Chorus: busta rhymes
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 reeboxâs 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 heâs rocking wit the set
He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage
Yo, but donât be afraid
Can produce hard tracks like this
But donât shut him down, put him on the funk list
Live in color, a smooth brother
If I had to pick a dj, I couldnât, 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
[parrish smith]
Iâm def, itâs my turn
Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track
Iâm 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 donât 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, donât forget it hop
The kid from up the block, the tapeâs 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, itâs been 5 years, kid, youâre still on my bozack
Shockin p, clockin p, when Iâm rockin see
Youâre not parrish smith, so why you mockin me
Youâre just a wannabe, you wanna be me
Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, g
No time to battle rap, f that
Iâm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black
Iâm outta here, peace to the hardcore
Bring in the hook while scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw
"my style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"
"donât forget iâm... crazy swift"
"how can a brother be so nice" -- 2x
"master on the beatdown"
"huh forget it Iâm constipated"