Amp - Rap Back
Bring it back real rap let em deal wit that,Don't forget who paved the way why where we at,
Tip your hat to the ones whose still rappin,
Pour your liquor out for those who made it happen,
One time to the DJ keep the needle to the record,
2 times for the Mcs who still demand respect!
All the pretty women please keep bouncin,
All the artists out there, mic check!
Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
Think back dig in the crates
Wiping dust off of tapes
CD's skipping cause of lil scrapes
Give you a hot 16 and the hook be a 8
Diss records equivalent to murder & rape
I put it down on the beat
Jump around on the beat
You should place a crown on my head and kneel at my feet
It's a privilege, just to listen to me
Give you knowledge and wisdom plus the third degree
Gotta understand, this is how we came up
We payed dues to hit the studio
How you hit before us?
I remember long nights writing on my pad,
Hate to admit, some nights, that's all I had
All we wanted was the chills the music gave me
Plus escaping all the bills from today's slavery
Some of y'all out there ain't never gon feel me
If killing a beats' a crime, then yes I'm guilty!
Bring it back real rap let em deal wit that,
Don't forget who paved the way why where we at,
Tip your hat to the ones whose still rappin,
Pour your liquor out for those who made it happen,
One time to the DJ keep the needle to the record,
2 times for the Mcs who still demand respect!
All the pretty women please keep bouncin,
All the artists out there, mic check!
Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
I was a quiet dude, never required tools
Me and Tone in your home take your valuables
Was some trying fools, never liked school
Learning hard knock life nigga volume two
So he put me on put me on to Master P
Made chicks say uhhh with the ghetto D
Homies got locked up started losing spiritual
I got big with the puns brus super lyrical
He stayed with that fire and he played with the doe
He said Skilla you straight fire you need to stay with the flow
He started selling trees to get a bit richer
Rolled up a Big L to see the big picture
We ain't had a whip boy he'd go get it
Country Ass Nigga rockin' city boy with it
Tampa State of mind he was all the way high
Selling Jays by the O with Ms. All The Way Live!
Bring it back real rap let em deal wit that,
Don't forget who paved the way why where we at,
Tip your hat to the ones whose still rappin,
Pour your liquor out for those who made it happen,
One time to the DJ keep the needle to the record,
2 times for the Mcs who still demand respect!
All the pretty women please keep bouncin,
All the artists out there, mic check!
Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
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