The Primeridian & Rashid Hadee - Take Mee Baaack

Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, take it
Take it back

Take me back to the golden era
Gold rope wearers
Where the flow so better before the goal was errored
If you was wearing Nikes then I had on Adidas
If you had triple stripes then I had one more on my sneakers
To where today's leaders
Got the pace and cadence for their speeches
When HipHop was full of fun but had purpose and meaning
To when Malcolm sat with the turbans and demons
To worship and bring glory on to his kingdom believe it

Ha, yeah, take me back to a place where
Rap didn't disgrace the whole black race
Where tracks couldn't replace a sax and a bass
Where, a whole brass section would smack you in the face
Now, pick up the pace rhythmically we some piccolos
On two inch reels, methodically heal through some fender rhodes
Melodically skilled you feel in my inner glow
You'd probably be thrilled to hear artists you didn't know

Time is moving forward, my mind is moving back
In another place that's where my mind at
That's if you wanted to know, you're probably the same
You probably think it's cool and want nothing to change
But things done changed, how can you not complain?
When what considered as normal developed to something strange
Now another friend left
Gotta right hand to the left hand pass to myself
Another notch in my belt

Return to Sender A spine stealer
To a time when it was real before keeping it real or
You ain't real enough
Selector reel it up
Back to the 2 inch reel edited with razor cuts
Raise it up put ya cups up toast to it
Head nods bass drops man dope music
Before the suburbs and corporate got a hold to it
When we would just go to the park and go do it

Ha, Back, when record covers told a story
Back when news wasn't gory every time they covered stories
When Blues wasn't boring and the stories that they told me
Were, based in fact, now let's, face the fact
That Jazz somehow got replaced wit Rap
Just put words in the scat and more bass in the track
Instead of Herbs in a sac they started lacing it wit crack
If I could dethrone King Heron I would take it way back

Take me back, take me back I can show you what's real
The present disappear, the past reappear
You can figure where we went wrong, let me just steer
Down this road of life or do you wanna be the deer
Caught in the headlights, eyes open wide
I prefer the past, that's when you was on my side
Everything was all good in my state of mind
And I just wanna go back to that place in time

Written by:
Darshon Gibbs, Jarnell Young, Simeon Viltz

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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