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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reflection Eternal
Reflection Eternal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Composer
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Hi-Tek
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You gotta do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is close knit
You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin'
Like presidents, with they minds dead on arrival
Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
Steppin to this leaves thoughts in your head, "It's suicidal"
It's the T to the A-L-I-B, the deep rooter
Rollin' with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
And see, through the overspecialized, under-pressurized
No lie, texturized, MCs who got the masses mesmerized
With empty rhetoric, they better quit
**** so hollow that they echo like sentiments
[Verse 2]
Nowadays, rap artists coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
Where were you the day Hip-Hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
[Verse 3]
Kwa is chillin'
Tone is chillin'
What more can I say, we stay building
And make killings, take children through the wilderness
By the hand, it's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
My sound fat like a Neve, while you thin like a Mackie
C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by
You got to squint like the mother fucking sun in your eye
What! Say somethin', you stay frontin'
It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting
Me and Tek stay way blunted
Wave runnin' on beaches, white sand with a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right hand
When I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust that you're forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united
[Verse 4]
Nowadays, rap artists coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
Where were you the day Hip-Hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late, too late?
Is it too late, too late? Is it too late, too late?
Is it too late, too late? Is it too late, too late?
Written by: Talib Kweli, Tony Cottrell
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