Текст песни Scratch Bring It Back - EPMD

Scratch Bring It Back

Rewind…\nHeal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind…\nNow about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan\nGodamn, yo, watch me slam\nTaking the bassline, freaking my lines\nSqueezing my reebox’s pumps and kriss kross then jump\nWay behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged\nPumped it for the hit squad, yo, they cold dugged it\nYou know my style, man, yo, check the stats\nDown wit the mic doc, my dj is scratch\nStraight from brooklyn, albany projects\nHe gets respect when he’s rocking wit the set\nHe goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage\nYo, but don’t be afraid\nCan produce hard tracks like this\nBut don’t shut him down, put him on the funk list\nLive in color, a smooth brother\nIf I had to pick a dj, I couldn’t, word to mother\nSo george, hit me wit the funk scratch\nThen after that black, come back and rewind that\nGeorge, hit me wit the funk scratch\nThen after that, yo, come back then rewind that\nI’m def, it’s my turn\nFreakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track\nI’m all that, down, rippin\nAll over the place, yea, check em\n(yo, yo, yo, yo, md, yo, hold up money grip\nYo get off that bullshucks\nRip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,\nYknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)\nRecord mode, set the eq for dolby\nStep back, check yaself, punk, you don’t know me\nI flow, g, (say what) multi mil see\nBrother on fade to black, yo!, and bet\nFor my grill in the source wit the record force\nA1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss\nThe name is mic doc, don’t forget it hop\nThe kid from up the block, the tape’s kicking ya boom box\nFrom the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route\nSo make way, time to roll out\nCan you wind it and mine, primetime\nHe got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)\nNow bring it back, bust that wisecrack\nDamn, it’s been 5 years, kid, you’re still on my bozack\nShockin p, clockin p, when I’m rockin see\nYou’re not parrish smith, so why you mockin me\nYou’re just a wannabe, you wanna be me\nSell for millions, until then, get the nuts, g\nNo time to battle rap, f that\nI’m pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black\nI’m outta here, peace to the hardcore\nBring in the hook while scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw\n«my style… deadly psychopath, schizophrenic»\n«don't forget i’m… crazy swift»\n«how can a brother be so nice» -- 2x\n«master on the beatdown»\n«huh forget it I’m constipated»