Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City Playgrounds, artist - Talib Kweli. Date of issue: 17.05.2010
Song language: English
City Playgrounds |
| What we have here |
| Is the alpha and the omega |
| I spit it, bare witness to the greatest |
| And the latest, they try to hate us |
| Witness the evolution of spitting, it’s wicked and it’s decadent |
| Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin |
| Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons |
| In Brooklyn, they say I run it, the 'Natti is checking in |
| No matter the terminology, blood splatter artistically |
| It’s looking like a Jackson Pollock painting, it’s a mystery |
| Really should be brothers united against the industry |
| The African diaspora scatter with shattered history |
| The game missing me, rap is so repetitive |
| Although I ain’t your blood or your cuz, it’s all relative |
| I got a gang of rhymes, and Tones' beats is banging |
| We moving through the streets like we’re slanging dimes |
| It’s magical, how the track’s so classical |
| The cats who got gassed up in their sweats like Plaxico |
| I’m back from my sabbatical, voice of the future, black radical |
| Keeping all the damages collateral |
| Listening to instrumentals |
| Thinking about all the things I’ve been through |
| The music is just a peek into my life, it’s a window |
| It’s so high tech and it’s all so simple |
| And if I’m knocked down, I don’t stay down |
| Even if I get down, I don’t lay down |
| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground |
| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground |
| Hey yo, I’m taking all bets and settling all debts |
| A giant leap for man begins with a small step |
| From a sword to a set, to my people on the picket line |
| Who’s sicking of getting treated like them aliens in District 9 |
| I juxtapose my business model with my spirit |
| What I’m just supposed to keep you comfortable with the lyrics? |
| I know the flow’s disturbing, I know for certain just because |
| You know all about the artist don’t mean you know the person |
| You don’t know me, I run labels |
| These unstable rappers so phony |
| I try to listen but they’re boring as missionary position |
| So I’m shitting on these niggas like dysentery conditions |
| I’m sitting on the throne, you dreaming that it’s empty soon |
| Nobody feeling you, you’re screaming in an empty room |
| The tree that fall in the forest, nobody hearing you |
| Even though you fall the hardest, don’t get me started |
| Listening to instrumentals |
| Thinking about all the things I’ve been through |
| The music is just a peek into my life, it’s a window |
| It’s so high tech and it’s all so simple |
| And if I’m knocked down, I don’t stay down |
| Even if I get down, I don’t lay down |
| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground |
| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground |
| Yo, I build up my defenses when I’m left to my devices |
| Time gets suspended, more than DMX’s driver’s license |
| My music’s steady, not affected by the higher prices |
| People having sex in the streets like Dionysus |
| You know what my advice is? |
| Fuck my advice, live your life |
| Stop tripping like everything amount to crisis |
| I make the sacrifices, my history is black as ice is |
| I don’t think that I can trust you if you’re lacking vices |
| I never miss a beat, the liquor make me slurred, it takes my words |
| Tries to twist them like a Swisher Sweet with sticky herbs |
| American History X, your teeth’ll hit the curb |
| It’s easy 'cause I’m ill with the wordplay, I still flip the bird |
| Like Jeezy, strip it down, now it’s exposed |
| I suppose my flow is the emperor’s new clothes |
| Although I’m always by myself, I never ride alone |
| The music is on then I’m right at home, zoning |
| Listening to instrumentals |
| Thinking about all the things I’ve been through |
| The music is just a peek into my life, it’s a window |
| It’s so high tech and it’s all so simple |
| And if I’m knocked down, I don’t stay down |
| Even if I get down, I don’t lay down |
| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground |
| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground |
| Yeah, it’s pavement |
| Don’t be scared to think, man, don’t be scared |
| I know whats in your brain |
| It’s scary, man, you only usin' like ten percent |
| The other ninety percent is scary, man |
| But don’t be scared, scary ass niggas |