Epmd - Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2 - Mic Doc) lyrics

Rewind...

Heal up real up bring it back come rewind...

(Erick Sermon)

Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan

Godamn yo watch me slam

Taking the bassline freaking my lines

Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump

Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged

Pumped it for the Hit Squad yo they cold dugged it

You know my style man, yo, check the stats

Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch

Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects

He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set

He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage

Yo, but don't be afraid

Can produce hard tracks like this

But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list

Live in color, a smooth brother

If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn't, word to mother

So George, hit me wit the funk scratch

Then after that black, come back and rewind that

George, hit me wit the funk scratch

Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that

Chorus

(PMD)

I'm def, it's my turn

Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track

I'm all that, down, rippin

All over the place, yea, check em

(Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip

yo get off that bullshucks

Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,

yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)

Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby

Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me

I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see

Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET

For my grill in the Source wit the record force

A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss

The name is Mic Doc, don't forget it hop

The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box

From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route

So make way, time to roll out

Can you wind it and mine, primetime

He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)

Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack

Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack

Shockin P, clockin P, when I'm rockin see

You're not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me

You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me

Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G

No time to battle rap, F that

I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black

I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore

Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw

"My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"

"Don't forget I'm... crazy swift"

"How can a brother be so nice" -- 2X

"Master on the beatdown"

"Huh forget it I'm constipated