Forever M.C. - Bring It Back Lyrics

I'm season about 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 can tell I'm a thug
Look at my cracked screen nigga
On my get dro
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 f*cked her I promise that's on my dead homie
'Bout her money she love me, do anything for me

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, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

Ay, it's that East-coast capo
Main 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 cooking up
They call me Ratatouille, yours truly
I've been on tours smoking the best and hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest
I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missing but
I never let that shit interfere with ambition
It's Christian back on my mission of spitting with lyrics written wrapped up
Like a mummified ancient Egyptian, I'm hieroglyphically scripting my knowledge passionate wisdom
Yelling f*ck the system till they go and lock me up in prison
I am a doper and I'm only partially trying
I'm masterful debater winning 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 handling 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

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, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

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 (yeah what you do?)
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 flying?
You say that you at the top but I'm still, I'm still diamond
My stars are aligning and I get better over time
And the only thing on my mind is the pressure to 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 in my city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Ride low in 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 want to talk now
Yeah my phone ring a lot now
Just let there be rock now

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, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back