Time to come back to where I beganCaught megs, broke flags, and still I never ran17th Street straight up to the HamelsIn Woodskins, good, chillin' rock channelA ride up to the Westside, can't go crew the LQThose were the best times, best romp was said with my crewSo instead of livin' this, they're upstate or all deadSo now all I can do is just striveTakin' what I saw and keep it aliveSo from the streets to the heart to the headReturn of the Prada, cause the Prada ain't deadBring it back in, bring it back in, bring it back inReturn of the PradaBring it back in, bring it back in, bring it back inReturn of the Prada, of the environmentBrownsville Rock Park, Tomasi and the BedstockGo to Brooklyn Armory, watch all the heads flyBetty by time, if your skills ain't playingBrownsville Rock Park, Tomasi and the BedstockI was the ill seed who never did believeIn color, race, or greed, yo, you got what I needCaught beat down after beat downBut it paid off when it came to the street soundCause when push comes to shove, a shove comes to fistYou either show or prove or get dissedRolled with Fort Greene, we stepped in the compFirst to fall, first to get stompedRazors under tongues, whenever we got servedSteppin' in the club, yo, who's first?Checkin' money, grippin' the gold bricks onWhen Rebel Adolfos comes on, that's the thick songCircle around him, fuckin' actin' crazyCrashin' Vickerman out, didn't faze meYeah, I ain't sayin' nothin', it was so whatIn 92 with the return of the productPick it up, lift it up to a beat you can grunt toFly pattern on the brakes, so huck one, huck twoCut to Cooley, Hopscene, Gangsta Lean, BB DeansAnd some Priestley jeansBox cutter for my job, don't try to rushBlue plumas gettin' scuffed on my own toothbrushCode 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 startMaybe that's because there's always somethin' pullin' off the partTalk the graph, see what's on the board, BillIf we ain't rock the boat, we be on the board stillBuild up from the ground up as far as I'm concernedAnd watch the product returnBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidYo, SergioBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidYo, SergioBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidBring it back, kidDo you like it?YeahDo you want it?YeahWell, if you had it, would you want it?Oh, yeahWell, it's yoursIt's a wild, so wildWhat will be will be expiredYou're tiredYou got up and don't musterGot up and went when you substituted music for the rentYou're looking to my persons and to peopleSo use the crossfaders and twelve-tens and two needlesPads are cutCause we're cut from the same clothPatches patched up and others are cross-scoredSo don't try to keep upBut beat up the JonesesPoint to me exactly where the microphone isAnd I'll keep fluttering what ain't been slaughteredYet their game get treated like airplanesSo jet, cause if you try to step to meWith that mumbling stutter, won't you hem it up, hem it upI'll kill a motherfuckerIf you can't recognize the conductGive up and make way for the return of the PradaBring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahLeave the wait back, yeahI'll bring itI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahI'll bring it back, yeahThe old man jumped shut outSaw my man stretch on stormFor bringin' it downGet the * offFrom uptownThe kid by the name of ReeveCalled the chief detectiveOpen epic on another slammyKevin SuaveBola RecordsReynoldsOn a 48 combinedWanna give a dumb shout out to TracyMy wife ChantelThe guard mercifulIs Irv CamillePercyThe proof from LA blood of AbrahamHope you like the recollectionsThis goes out to the memory of CowboyBeasleyTrouble T. RoyHoodDanny WhitehorseNo more heads