Epmd - Scratch Bring It Back Lyrics
Chorus: busta rhymesRewind...Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...[erick sermon]Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the planGodamn, yo, watch me slamTaking the bassline, freaking my linesSqueezing my reebox's pumps and kriss kross then jumpWay behind the track so i sound smooth and ruggedPumped it for the hit squad, yo, they cold dugged itYou know my style, man, yo, check the statsDown wit the mic doc, my dj is scratchStraight from brooklyn, albany projectsHe gets respect when he's rocking wit the setHe goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampageYo, but don't be afraidCan produce hard tracks like thisBut don't shut him down, put him on the funk listLive in color, a smooth brotherIf i had to pick a dj, i couldn't, word to motherSo george, hit me wit the funk scratchThen after that black, come back and rewind thatGeorge, hit me wit the funk scratchThen after that, yo, come back then rewind thatChorus[parrish smith]I'm def, it's my turnFreakin a new style, flippin this new style over the trackI'm all that, down, rippinAll over the place, yea, check em(yo, yo, yo, yo, md, yo, hold up money gripYo get off that bullshucksRip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,Yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)Record mode, set the eq for dolbyStep back, check yaself, punk, you don't know meI flow, g, (say what) multi mil seeBrother on fade to black, yo!, and betFor my grill in the source wit the record forceA1 choice, the golden voice taking no lossThe name is mic doc, don't forget it hopThe kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom boxFrom the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap routeSo make way, time to roll outCan you wind it and mine, primetimeHe got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)Now bring it back, bust that wisecrackDamn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozackShockin p, clockin p, when i'm rockin seeYou're not parrish smith, so why you mockin meYou're just a wannabe, you wanna be meSell for millions, until then, get the nuts, gNo time to battle rap, f thatI'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, blackI'm outta here, peace to the hardcoreBring in the hook while scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw"my style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic""don't forget i'm... crazy swift""how can a brother be so nice" -- 2x"master on the beatdown""huh forget it i'm constipated"
