Artist: Perfeck Strangers (Dan-e-o & Promise) f/ Justin Nozuka Album: Series Premiere Song: Come Back Home Typed by: dan-e-o.com [Promise] I used to love H.E.R. I know somebody said it before I read it embedded in music covers I was in debt for my credit at music stores Though my music source wasn't what I shoulda used it for I I love music, good old soul funk music That bass in the trunk making it thump bump music Because music was a worldwide language Now music ain't heard right, it's worldwide tainted Hip-hop crashed with me before I think it was back in '64 '69 when Africa Bambatta became the don dada DJ there was no one hotter in his time Until Kool Herc came and through the first block party Thus the breaks were made in his prime And they were both part of the Zulu Nation That gave birth to two new ways to make rhymes Grandmaster Flash, Cold Crush, Rock Steady Kurtis Blow, RUN DMC got heavy Added sugar to the Rapper's Delight They weren't sure about rapping on mics Huh, they were not ready but it came and they coined it "rap music" They gave that movement a name and joined it, now it's poison [CHORUS (x2) – Justin Nozuka] Maybe one day, maybe some day Hip-hop will come back home I need you back, I want you back Come back home [Dan-e-o] Huh, he used to be my bredren, I wrote a letter sent it Hoping he'd repent with a reply that he would try and meant it Fresher than lemon-scented Pledge and seven minty breath mints Was hip-hop's essence back when rap was first invented I took offence kid, reprehensible every sentence Became your best hit's formula, abnormal intenseness My qualm is your senseless abuse of couth you were blessed with Your music's ancestors once fully enthused your gestures Funk, soul, jazz, rhythm & blues infested Reggae too was invested in tunes that were newly projected American youth and adolescence truly connected Unbearable proof of violence presence duly dissected You unruly, respected no more, your duties neglected Brutally checked into a movement that's crude and infected To make loot is your heaven, gone is your first impression Begging that you'll use this session now to learn your lesson [CHORUS (x2) – Justin Nozuka] Maybe one day, maybe some day Hip-hop will come back home I need you back, I want you back Come back home [Promise/Dan-e-o] I had to take a voyage, and it was either I come back or stay annoyed With all these packaged up young rappers they employed And all these little young rappers, they young boys But they play with toys Dude, I hate the noise but apparently you've made your choice It's obvious you embarrassed, you've gone and changed your voice But I've auto-tuned you out and I've assumed the route I started on, knowing God is on my side I duel with doubt Throwing these haymakers at these naysayers While the biggest game players stack them papers with insane layers It's plain, here's my request, I won't play dumb I ain't no racist but go back where you came from Back to the bass thump, back to the raw beats Back to the real rhymes, back where's it's all street Back where we'll all meet for hip-hop's return And here's an invite to whomever it may concern [CHORUS (x2) – Justin Nozuka] Maybe one day, maybe some day Hip-hop will come back home I need you back, I want you back Come back home