Time to come back to where I began
Caught megs, broke flags, and still I never ran
17th Street straight up to the Hamels
In Woodskins, good, chillin' rock channel
A ride up to the Westside, can't go crew the LQ
Those were the best times, best romp was said with my crew
So instead of livin' this, they're upstate or all dead
So now all I can do is just strive
Takin' what I saw and keep it alive
So from the streets to the heart to the head
Return of the Prada, cause the Prada ain't dead
Bring it back in, bring it back in, bring it back in
Return of the Prada
Bring it back in, bring it back in, bring it back in
Return of the Prada, of the environment
Brownsville Rock Park, Tomasi and the Bedstock
Go to Brooklyn Armory, watch all the heads fly
Betty by time, if your skills ain't playing
Brownsville Rock Park, Tomasi and the Bedstock
I was the ill seed who never did believe
In color, race, or greed, yo, you got what I need
Caught beat down after beat down
But it paid off when it came to the street sound
Cause when push comes to shove, a shove comes to fist
You either show or prove or get dissed
Rolled with Fort Greene, we stepped in the comp
First to fall, first to get stomped
Razors under tongues, whenever we got served
Steppin' in the club, yo, who's first?
Checkin' money, grippin' the gold bricks on
When Rebel Adolfos comes on, that's the thick song
Circle around him, fuckin' actin' crazy
Crashin' Vickerman out, didn't faze me
Yeah, I ain't sayin' nothin', it was so what
In 92 with the return of the product
Pick it up, lift it up to a beat you can grunt to
Fly pattern on the brakes, so huck one, huck two
Cut to Cooley, Hopscene, Gangsta Lean, BB Deans
And some Priestley jeans
Box cutter for my job, don't try to rush
Blue plumas gettin' scuffed on my own toothbrush
Code Crush did all the killin'
Chilled for a sec as we wrecked the top billin'
Milk is chillin', kids is chillin'
What more can I say?
Kick the beat and something always brings me to the start
Maybe that's because there's always somethin' pullin' off the part
Talk the graph, see what's on the board, Bill
If we ain't rock the boat, we be on the board still
Build up from the ground up as far as I'm concerned
And watch the product return
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Yo, Sergio
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Yo, Sergio
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Bring it back, kid
Do you like it?
Yeah
Do you want it?
Yeah
Well, if you had it, would you want it?
Oh, yeah
Well, it's yours
It's a wild, so wild
What will be will be expired
You're tired
You got up and don't muster
Got up and went when you substituted music for the rent
You're looking to my persons and to people
So use the crossfaders and twelve-tens and two needles
Pads are cut
Cause we're cut from the same cloth
Patches patched up and others are cross-scored
So don't try to keep up
But beat up the Joneses
Point to me exactly where the microphone is
And I'll keep fluttering what ain't been slaughtered
Yet their game get treated like airplanes
So jet, cause if you try to step to me
With that mumbling stutter, won't you hem it up, hem it up
I'll kill a motherfucker
If you can't recognize the conduct
Give up and make way for the return of the Prada
Bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
Leave the wait back, yeah
I'll bring it
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
I'll bring it back, yeah
The old man jumped shut out
Saw my man stretch on storm
For bringin' it down
Get the * off
From uptown
The kid by the name of Reeve
Called the chief detective
Open epic on another slammy
Kevin Suave
Bola Records
Reynolds
On a 48 combined
Wanna give a dumb shout out to Tracy
My wife Chantel
The guard merciful
Is Irv Camille
Percy
The proof from LA blood of Abraham
Hope you like the recollections
This goes out to the memory of Cowboy
Beasley
Trouble T. Roy
Hood
Danny Whitehorse
No more heads