Black man back with his Bataram
From back spins to back packs to count streams and data scans
But I still value paying dues & respect
What’d you expect, I did 4 albums with Sev Statik in Mattapan
I’m rivaling magic from Black Adam’s hand
I’ll serve them all, I hit the cave, just need a day to battle plan
40 years in the desert, that was a savage land the prodigals returned
They brought the fatted calf and gathered fam

Black man back in his Batmobile
Black man back in his Batmobile

I struck a nerve when I began to structure words
Encouraged a change up in these burbs, to disrupt the game
But y’all rejected me foul, so here we are now
You’re asking for the cowl and the mask, but you’re stuck with Bane
Made your bed so now you sleep in it
I’m keeping it a buck and change, I’m raw
Tell Clubber Lane to tuck his chain
Ante up, candid, you landed in famine
Was handed the mana but prayed for the fame, now you’re stuck with shame

Black man back in his Batmobile
Black man back in his Batmobile

Black man back from the watch tower
The God body will march, within these dark hours
And it hurts me to see some of these Pro Life advocates are back when I know that ya’ll don’t watch ours
Protect the life in all the aspects, all the facets, including them who tend to be oppressed
The mentally depressed which includes criminal enemies
We’re sinful mortals throwing stones, end the penalty of death

Death to the penalty of Death
Give them life
Death to the penalty of death
Give them life

That’s the hill I’m willing to die on
I’m repping M.C. Escher but I’m still into Krylon, full of irony
The pilgrimage I’m on, has led to people pillaging my lawn
A cowardly mob mentality, only way they’re willing to try Nom
Your negative vibes are building an ion
I’m charged up, resisting corrupt systems like Ali for killing in Saigon
They labeled him “traitor” then later named him “the greatest”
I’m jarring now but long term my status will be an icon

Black man back in the Mobius chair, I seek the knowledge of humanity’s fall
Then ask it how rarely will the story be fair
It said, “you won’t comprehend ’til you’re restored and then rewarded as heir”, crown me
Daggers in my back, absorbing the stares
I came to terms, speak then learn to keep ignoring their glares
I’ve taken shots for taking stands but continue proceeding
Until I’m seated with Frederick Douglas in a warriors chair, crown me

Black man back in his Batmobile
Black man back in his Batmobile

My final destinations the final restoration
When we are glorified, can’t nothing on this earth defeat us
My true seat is at the feet of Jesus, face down I ain’t fit to lace up his Adidas, crown him

They say I’m following white mans religion
And that me followings a white mans decision
Well before slavery, before Constantine, we met the God of the Bible through Solomon and Moses man listen
I stay faced with the hate, but he gives the vision
Wait, bitter is a way to live but then you get a prison
When I compare my platform and what I make
That directly correlates to my rate of recidivism