Back Again
Ed E.T & D.T.R Lyrics

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
Experience the evolution of rap which is decadent while reversing the negative energy from critics. It's a revolution marked by rapid revolutions corresponding to each spin of the record. We are artists that are envied by many.

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 Africans diaspora scatter at shattered history The game missing me, rap is so repetitive Although I ain't your blood or your cous', 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 is 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
It's not just words, we're speaking the evolution of rap itself. The quick revolutions correspond beautifully with the rotation of the record to create artistic blood splatters that are reminiscent of works of Jackson Pollock. We're all Africans but the industry divides us. We're not present in this repetitive songwriting trend. Our lyrics and beats are popping and we're moving throughout streets with our top-notch rhythms. We're back and spreading the voice of the future while keeping everything in check.

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 also simple Even 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
We take a sneak peek into our own lives through the music as we listen to the rhythms. Utilizing the high tech methods of complexity and simplicity, we never give up despite being down. We're hotter than the tar on an empty playground, radiating immense energy.

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 is 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 (Holla!) The tree that fall in the forest, nobody hearing you Even though you fall the hardest Don't get me started
I take on challenges and commitments no matter what they seem like. Small steps lead to giant leaps. From a violent weapon to a peaceful audio set, I address the various struggles of people in society, who are treated poorly just like the aliens in District 9. My business model is borne out of my innate spirit but I'm not just going to make you comfortable with my lyrics. Just because you know the artist, it doesn't necessarily mean you know the person. I know exactly what's disturbing about my flow and know that these rappers aren't able to sustain their energy. I'm misbehaving and destroying them like a person with dysentery. I'm above them and on the throne, while they're screaming in empty rooms without any listeners.

Yo, I built 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 herb 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
I've built up emotional walls to protect myself from everything around me but it also causes time to stop. My music is unshakeable and impervious to high prices. People on the streets are taking part in sexual acts openly, taking inspiration from Dionysus. But my advice is for you to do whatever you like and not get stressed so easily. I make sacrifices and my life is just like a dark ice. I can't trust you if you're completely innocent. Even if I am drunk, I never miss a beat, but sometimes the liquor dangerously affects and twists the content of the lyrics. My rhyming skill is so brilliant that the insults just fly off my back. My performance revealing my emotional state underneath is just like the story of the Emperor's New Clothes. I'm always alone, but the music and the high beats transport me to the place where I belong.