Back On The Block Lyrics - Singles - Quincy Jones

Back 

Back on the block 

Back 

Back on the block 

Back, on the block, so we can rock 

With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop 

Back on the block 

Back on the block 

Ice-T, let me kick my credentials 

A young player, bred in South Central 

L.A., home of the body bag 

You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag 

I used to walk in stores and yell, "Lay down" 

You flinch an inch AK spray down 

But I was lucky 'cause I never caught the hard time 

I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme 

All my homies died or caught the penzo 

Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos 

Livin' that life that we thought was it 

Fast lanin', but the car flipped 

I'm not gonna lie to ya, 'cause I don't lie 

I just kick thick game, some people say why? 

'Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back 

So I school the fools about the fast track 

I get static from the style of my technique 

Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak 

But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game 

You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name 

He told me, Ice, keep doin' what you're doin', man 

Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand 

You let 'em tell you what to say and what to write 

Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night 

Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street 

Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat 

The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say? 

The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael J 

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Back 

Back on the block 

Back 

Back on the block 

Back, on the block, so we can rock 

With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop 

Back on the block 

Back on the block 

I'm back, on the block, on the screen 

I'm on the wax, I'm on the stage, I'm on the scene 

I'm on the case, just like an attorney 

The Dude took me on a magic journey 

Photos 

To dance in France, alone in Rome 

On the farmlands of Nebraska, the cold of Alaska 

The heat of the motherland to be with my brother man 

On top of a snowcapped mountain I'm scoutin' 

What another man saw in a race of people 

To see him give his life for the price of equal 

The highest wisdoms, the richest kingdoms 

The song of songs we heard David sing them 

He showed me me when I was young and hung out 

He showed me makin' love, even showed me strung out 

He showed me poppin' nines, standin' on a rock 

But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block 

Ba-ba-back on the 

Ba-back on 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Ba-ba-back on 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Stokie's just Stokie, mama 

(Stokie's Stokie) 

And one by one each woman he kiss 

(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love) 

Stokie's just Stokie, you know? 

(Stokie's Stokie) 

Till someone shows that they care enough 

(Ain't nothin' gonna bother Stokie much) 

Some say they can't take it no more 

(Comin' here, comin' here startin' stuff) 

But Dude is back on duty fo' sho' 

(Back on the block to stay) 

They say he ain't gonna be with it 

(Comin' back, comin' back to the street) 

But Dude he know you'll never forget it 

(Back on the block to stay) 

Back up and give the brother room 

To let poetry bloom to whom it may concern or consume 

As I reminisce before this the bliss that exist 

But now we brought about a twist 

'Cause I remember of my people bleedin' 

Put through slavery and killed for bravery 

We shoulda got our freedom much sooner 

You never seen a Blackman on the honeymooners 

But now somehow we've learned to earn, to grow, to show 

The elevation of a people built is so 

Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one 

No more livin' for just a small fraction 

I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a food 

To nourish, so to conclude 

This from an Asiatic descendant, Big Daddy is shocked 

Yo Q, we back on the block 

Back 

Back on the block 

Back 

Back on the block 

Back, on the block, so we can rock 

With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop 

Back on the block 

Back on the block 

An everlasting omnipresence is my present 

State of being, seeing the unpleasant 

Sight of righteous souls live like peasants 

The mind stunts growth in adolescence 

My insight enables me to enlight 

The weakest of minds, and I put 'em in flight 

As I transcend, a-scend or de-scend 

Re-create, re-incarnate and re-send 

The powerful spirits of our ancestors 

For those that don't know how God blessed us 

Because man messed up, the media dressed up 

Lies perpetrated as truth, and it left us 

Confused, but I've seen it all before 

From Babylon to the Third World War 

I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity 

Back on the block, and this time my identity is the Dude 

Ba-ba-back on the 

Ba-back on 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Ba-ba-back on 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Stoki, ke Stoki, mai-bo 

(Stoki, Stoki) 

Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa 

(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa) 

Stoki, ke Stoki, mai-bo 

(Stoki, Stoki) 

Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa 

(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa) 

M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena 

(Kha'mye, kha'myeke wena) 

Yo khala, khala, khala, u mama 

(Yo khal'u mama khe) 

M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena 

(Kha'mye, kha'myeke, wena) 

Yo khala, kha, 'yok 'shaya u baba 

(Yok shaya u baba khe) 

Back on the block 

Ba-ba-back on the 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Ba-ba-back on 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Ba-ba-back on the 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Ba-ba-back on the block 

Now I would, I would contend that ah 

The rappers rap is here to stay