Madlib
Away Too Long
It’s been too long, now I’m back and proper
This rapping author with his package auteured by an exact faction of a pathological pauper
I’m the Prince of consciousness
My partners ponder how I’m always positive
Policies like stop and frisk get a pig chopped to shit
Find ‘em slaughtered with the few alliances authored
By the few who lie to prosper
Buying up the kind of causes that reduces grind to sawdust
I’m a Lion with the itch in his throat
Defensive with intentions always keep my business afloat
Sensitive bout the shit that I wrote and I’m pissed about this system but don’t call my shit woke
No more martyrs without karma barring millions approach
Decked in armor, weapons drawn, ready to fulfill their own hope
Buildings filled with children fielding words that are spoke
By the debonair, Flair God his soul is his own



Rocking the weathered face
The fellas say I’m hella great
Melanin mixed with Elmer’s Paste
Let’s celebrate
I’m Bane if he was overweight
Vultures stay controlling waves
A buzzard couldn’t flow the same as a soldier bearing Domes’ name
Hold the fame
Court appointed lawyer rank
No poison potions in my brain
Foil villains takeover reign
It’s all the same
The fallen sprawling and remain
Calling for financial gain
Even though the cause is lost and they aren’t awake
I often wait
Till the sun comes up
My punch combined with knucks makes the blood run up
This punishing blunt booms hard like thunda
Repercussions for destruction are an affront to this one