Scratch Bring It Back

Chorus: busta rhymes

Rewind...

Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...

[erick sermon]

Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan

Godamn, yo, watch me slam

Taking the bassline, freaking my lines

Squeezing my reeboxs pumps and kriss kross then jump

Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged

Pumped it for the hit squad, yo, they cold dugged it

You know my style, man, yo, check the stats

Down wit the mic doc, my dj is scratch

Straight from brooklyn, albany projects

He gets respect when hes rocking wit the set

He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage

Yo, but dont be afraid

Can produce hard tracks like this

But dont shut him down, put him on the funk list

Live in color, a smooth brother

If I had to pick a dj, I couldnt, word to mother

So george, hit me wit the funk scratch

Then after that black, come back and rewind that

George, hit me wit the funk scratch

Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that

Chorus

[parrish smith]

Im def, its my turn

Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track

Im all that, down, rippin

All over the place, yea, check em

(yo, yo, yo, yo, md, yo, hold up money grip

Yo get off that bullshucks

Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,

Yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)

Record mode, set the eq for dolby

Step back, check yaself, punk, you dont know me

I flow, g, (say what) multi mil see

Brother on fade to black, yo!, and bet

For my grill in the source wit the record force

A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss

The name is mic doc, dont forget it hop

The kid from up the block, the tapes kicking ya boom box

From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route

So make way, time to roll out

Can you wind it and mine, primetime

He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)

Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack

Damn, its been 5 years, kid, youre still on my bozack

Shockin p, clockin p, when Im rockin see

Youre not parrish smith, so why you mockin me

Youre just a wannabe, you wanna be me

Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, g

No time to battle rap, f that

Im pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black

Im outta here, peace to the hardcore

Bring in the hook while scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw

"my style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"

"dont forget im... crazy swift"

"how can a brother be so nice" -- 2x

"master on the beatdown"

"huh forget it Im constipated"