I Want It Back

[Interlude: Declaime]

Take this how you have to, or don’t take it at all

Our time is growing small, the writing's on the wall

Take this how you have to, or don’t take it at all

Our time is growing small, the writing's on the wall

Take this how you have to, or don’t take it at all

Our time is growing small, the writing's on the wall

[Intro: Oh No]

It's the next termination

Let's go!

[Verse 1: Oh No]

Raise the price like petrol

Take yo' ass back like retro clothes

Tag you like Marc Ecko's debut in the game console, 

But this ain’t a game – calm yourself

Down and honor the motherfucking vet though

I been kept low, now I’m out like escrow

And y'all don’t get jumped, y'all get 'Quantum Leap'-ed

That’s an out-of-body experience, faking peoples they is not

Shape? I am in tip-top

These phonies – that’s what y'all niggas call Hip-Hop?

Then I’m gonna change it to hop hips

They hold on the heat hot, and then they get fucked like loose lips

That’s over and over again – yo, fuck this

This shit is played out like some porno shit

It's like every other city I go

I see some new niggas walk

Same nigga, Oh on some Swishers and the cash flow

More blunts, more games, more dames, more dimes

More quarters and signs that say we don’t play

Get smoked like the chronic eighth, from the Cali state

Of mind is, 'I got to gets mines anyway'

Back down, Oh's back 'round with Madlib

The new sound, plus Kali Wild and that’s it – blaow!

[Hook: Oh No]

Please believe me, we do it easy

Hip-Hop, it needs me, I want it back (Back, back, back, back, back)

I want it back (Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back)

Please believe me, we do it easy

Hip-Hop, it needs me, I want it back (Back, back, back, back)

I want it back (Back, back, back, back)

[Verse II: Oh No]

Uh – theoretically speaking, 

It was stoled and duplicated, but the new generations don’t know the old

Only a few; I raised off the realest

They had them chains back then, but didn’t talk about it in every sentence

And that’s when them songs had meaning

Either it was that, or it was raw ridiculous deliveries that we was all fiending

Nowadays, the odds a million to one

Still Cold Chillin’ like ‘88

Fast forward to ‘91, ’92 – I learned that it was 'Hard to Earn'

So I 'Midnight Maraud'-ed me some mics ‘til I passed out at my mom’s work

Mad LPs got jerked

But that don’t stop the hustle, still got a lot of work to tussle

Shows ain't packed for the vets – disgusted

Fans mad ‘cause it ain't packed enough to get more people to pump in

’96, niggas had started Disruption

2006, the world got more corrupted and ain't nobody saying nothing

[Hook: Oh No]

Please believe me, we do it easy

Hip-Hop, it needs me, I want it back (Back, back, back, back, back)

I want it back (Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back)

Please believe me, we do it easy

Hip-Hop, it needs me, I want it back (Back, back, back, back)

I want it back (Back, back, back, back)