Too Late Lyrics - Reflection Eternal - Talib Kweli

Yo 

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 

Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal' 

It's the T to the A L I B, the deep rooter 

Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with Chief Buddha 

And see through the overspecialized, under pressurized, no lie, texturized 

Emcees who got the masses mesmerized 

With empty rhetoric, they better quit 

Niggas, so hollow that they echo like sentiments 

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Nowadays rap artists coming halfhearted 

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? 

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 knee 

While you thin like a Mackey 

C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by 

You gotta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye 

What! Say something, you stay fronting 

It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting 

Photos 

Me and Tek stay way blunted 

Wave running on beaches with 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 forced to bite it 

On fire like property lost to riots 

Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united 

Nowadays rap artists coming halfhearted 

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, too late, too late