Artist: Forever M.C. & It's Different f/ E-40, MOD SUN, Chris Webby
Album:  Forever M.C.
Song:   Bring It Back
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[E-40]
Oooh~!
I'm seasoned 'bout the green like a caper
Woke, girly like induced labor
Hit it like a taper, high on 'dro
African hyena, caviar gold
My eyes are slow, I'm off of that liquor
You could tell I'm a thug, look at my cracked screen nigga
... On my ghetto
My Samsung, my iPhone, my Trackphone
They say he the man, but I can't stand
men with long fingernails when they shake my hand
They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard
Like it's sharp, fingernails longer than my broad
I had a broad named Ramona
Lived in Clearlake, but moved to Capitola
I never fucked her I promise, that's on my dead homie
'Bout her money, she love me, do anything for me
Oooh~!

[Chorus]
The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze then bring it back

[Chris Webby]
Ay, it's that East Coast capo, Maine to El Paso
Been around the world like latitude across a map, bro
Is that so? Bitch you don't wanna see me in rap mode
I'm Ivan Drago, murder mics in front of packed shows
And smashed flows, yo, my life is like a movie
or a Woodstock documentary the way I keeps it groovy
Rude, lewd and amusing, more raw than a plate of sushi
In the kitchen when I'm cookin up they call me Ratatouille
Yours truly, been on tours smokin the best
And hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest
I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missin
But, I never let that shit interfere with ambition
It's Christian back on my mission, I'm spittin with lyrics written
Wrapped up, like a mummified ancient Egyptian
I'm hieroglyphically scriptin my knowledge passionate wisdom
Yellin "Fuck the system" 'til they go and lock me up in prison
I am, doper and I'm only partially tryin
A masterful debater winnin any argument I'm in
You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion
Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum
A supervillain, handlin business to pay tuition
And the school of hard knocks talk little but always listen
With a button-down on like a young Peter Griffin
Let me get 'em

[Chorus]

[MOD SUN]
First I take it to the top and then I bring it back
Hit the road and make a lot and then I bring it back
Brought it right back to my block, yeah I bring it back
When the DJ hit STOP! (What you do?)
Ay, bring it back, no question that
I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit
Start a riot, you should try it, do you ever feel like flyin?
You say that you at the top, well I'm still, I'm still diamond
I started a line and then I get better with time
And the only thing on my mind is this pressure go make a diamond
And I'll be damned if I ever let 'em steal my shot
You cannot kill my vibe; you cannot break my stride
You cannot live this life unless you walk that line
Might not like what you find, they say forever we kind
I say it every time inside of every rhyme
that if you wanna go and get it it's a hell of a, ride
low through my city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Ride low through my city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Make it like ooh, my son, yeah hide now
My flow does not stop now, got bars man for lockdown
They all wanna talk now - ha
Yeah my phone ring a lot now, just let there be rock now

[Chorus]