Lowkey - I’m Back lyrics
[Lowkey - I’m Back lyrics]
A time for us
Some day there'll be a new world
A world of shining hope for you and me
Scratching I'm back!
Scratching Did you forget about me?
What's happening, I'm back off the wagon
Smashing this rapping thing
Rappers think they're dapper, it's sad
The badness they're babbling
Chatting about packing Gatlings and battling
I'll batter them
My adjectives are like daggers in
Javelins that stab your skin
Not challenging, maggots are blagging
Fraggles are haggling
Back with a classic to snatch
Your status off these Plasticine
I've dabbled in, madness
How I've handled it is baffling
I'm trapped in sin and damaged within
But still I have to win
Aiming to break the pavements and take
It straight to the majors
Make all of my favourites famous
I pray that today it changes
I patiently pave the way for a
Day that we make the papers
The haters are staying
Haters, they're fakers
They're blatant traitors
Though satan's chasing my status
I'll break away from the matrix
They laid us to waste of phrases
And slaving for slave made trainers
And blazers
Complacent Pagans who strained to
Escape the Masons
Who gave us the AIDS and plagues
And not blaming my brainless patrons
Scratching I'm back!
Scratching Did you forget about me?
Put on my Air Max
And walk around a day in my shoes
Look at the bare facts
And talk about paying my dues
You realise every bar that I'm saying is true
Phone in to cuss
Any DJ that ain't playing my tunes
In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout
No I'm not the biggest or baddest
I'm just the illest out
His bars might sound good when
He spit's them out
But would it mean something if
You were looking at it, written down?
I can't front
Like the way I'm living is perfect
Can't look at the cards you got
Saying you didn't deserve it
Selling poison to people
That isn't my purpose knowledge of self
That's the flipping gift that I'm cursed with
People's Army, all my guys organise properly
Feds wanna commit, borderline sodomy
Bring coppers in choppers
You all can try stopping me
Every tune's a chapter in my autobiography
Scratching I'm back!
Scratching Did you forget about me?
Some day there'll be a new world
A world of shining hope for you and me
Scratching I'm back!
Scratching Did you forget about me?
What's happening, I'm back off the wagon
Smashing this rapping thing
Rappers think they're dapper, it's sad
The badness they're babbling
Chatting about packing Gatlings and battling
I'll batter them
My adjectives are like daggers in
Javelins that stab your skin
Not challenging, maggots are blagging
Fraggles are haggling
Back with a classic to snatch
Your status off these Plasticine
I've dabbled in, madness
How I've handled it is baffling
I'm trapped in sin and damaged within
But still I have to win
Aiming to break the pavements and take
It straight to the majors
Make all of my favourites famous
I pray that today it changes
I patiently pave the way for a
Day that we make the papers
The haters are staying
Haters, they're fakers
They're blatant traitors
Though satan's chasing my status
I'll break away from the matrix
They laid us to waste of phrases
And slaving for slave made trainers
And blazers
Complacent Pagans who strained to
Escape the Masons
Who gave us the AIDS and plagues
And not blaming my brainless patrons
Scratching I'm back!
Scratching Did you forget about me?
Put on my Air Max
And walk around a day in my shoes
Look at the bare facts
And talk about paying my dues
You realise every bar that I'm saying is true
Phone in to cuss
Any DJ that ain't playing my tunes
In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout
No I'm not the biggest or baddest
I'm just the illest out
His bars might sound good when
He spit's them out
But would it mean something if
You were looking at it, written down?
I can't front
Like the way I'm living is perfect
Can't look at the cards you got
Saying you didn't deserve it
Selling poison to people
That isn't my purpose knowledge of self
That's the flipping gift that I'm cursed with
People's Army, all my guys organise properly
Feds wanna commit, borderline sodomy
Bring coppers in choppers
You all can try stopping me
Every tune's a chapter in my autobiography
Scratching I'm back!
Scratching Did you forget about me?