Once upon a time ago, long before commercializedBeats became synthesized and little girls were mesmerizedThere was one mic and one life in a hip-hop shackAnd you moved the masses or they moved you out the backSlack with the skills and you'll never pay the billsBuying up the brand with the tag and no frillsBut when a brother flexed, we called him the flexerBeats were the melody, lyrics were the textureRhymes woke wet and the search like I'm stuck inSo follow for the record or keep, keep on truckin'Maybe you need the method of finding what the vibe isRecollect the whole nonce like the Prince of Tides didPlaying what's funny with Muhammad, tip and fightIt's keeping it alive, not a dive from the liveBut the dead, so select or rewindTo the scenes that aren't printed in my mindRecollect the whole nonce like the Prince of Tides didThe recollections recollectThe recollections recollectThe recollections recollectThe scenes from the mindSwing with the groove, they got the swinging from the rafters808 stayed for the kids to the gafflersMake an impact, the community can check forAnd if you're on the legend, tip, nuff respect forComing back to the crew and not to the buy every t-shirt, every lunchbox, swag recordDon't give a damn fan club, yabba dabba dooduhYou can make the fattest record, yo, it'd still be crudBrothers wanna keep you in the heartWhere the home is, where the dome is, and definitely where the microphone isSearch shows the one light is bright and don't stretch and don't bendSo friend, I'll send the flowers to the funeral homeOf the hip-hop devoured by the mass appealYou get the seal of removal, not approvalCause only Woodsy Owl gives a hootIt's a nice casket, nice suitLoot can be gotten for the long haulFive or six wrecks down the road and you can still hit the long wallOut of there, over there to spectators on aisle nineWho ain't heard Quest when they told them check the rhyme?I ain't eatin' no green eggs and swanI ain't eatin' no green eggs and swanI ain't eatin' no green eggs and swanAs I recollect the scenes from my FanFlute timeRecollectThe recollectionsRecollectThe recollectionsRecollectThe recollectionsRecollectThe scenes from my mindRecollectThe recollectionsRecollectThe recollectionsRecollectThe recollectionsRecollectRecollectThe scenes from my mindBack to workTo the mic, to the stand, to the light, for the globe, to the lobe, to the inner ear, so all nightDifferent tracks can be heard in different arenas, for the clubs, the heads, the rods, the beamersSomebody start checking for the facts, search is going long, so I rip clubs from a later stretchArmstrong along the travel road, we lose parts too easily, so I say peace to Eric and BeasleyBob Bito and the 97th Street crew, sake lover, my brother, hallaluluWhich in proper term is the call for the firm grip, search fixes rhymes, shoots them on a sperm tipMilky as a flow, I hope it's safe, protected, A and R rips, get respect for being more selectiveCause on all the days of the deaf, dumb and brain dead, and I close the book, all the scenes pull the headRecollect, the recollections, recollect, yeah, the recollections, recollect, yeahThe recollections, recollect, the scenes from the mindRecollect, the recollections, recollect, the recollections, recollectThe recollections, recollect, the scenes from the mindRecollectionsRecollectionsRecollectionsRecollections