Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2 - Mic Doc)

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 Rewind... Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind... [Parrish Smith] 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"