Once upon a time ago, long before commercialized
Beats became synthesized and little girls were mesmerized
There was one mic and one life in a hip-hop shack
And you moved the masses or they moved you out the back
Slack with the skills and you'll never pay the bills
Buying up the brand with the tag and no frills
But when a brother flexed, we called him the flexer
Beats were the melody, lyrics were the texture
Rhymes woke wet and the search like I'm stuck in
So follow for the record or keep, keep on truckin'
Maybe you need the method of finding what the vibe is
Recollect the whole nonce like the Prince of Tides did
Playing what's funny with Muhammad, tip and fight
It's keeping it alive, not a dive from the live
But the dead, so select or rewind
To the scenes that aren't printed in my mind
Recollect the whole nonce like the Prince of Tides did
The recollections recollect
The recollections recollect
The recollections recollect
The scenes from the mind
Swing with the groove, they got the swinging from the rafters
808 stayed for the kids to the gafflers
Make an impact, the community can check for
And if you're on the legend, tip, nuff respect for
Coming back to the crew and not to the buy every t-shirt, every lunchbox, swag record
Don't give a damn fan club, yabba dabba dooduh
You can make the fattest record, yo, it'd still be crud
Brothers wanna keep you in the heart
Where the home is, where the dome is, and definitely where the microphone is
Search shows the one light is bright and don't stretch and don't bend
So friend, I'll send the flowers to the funeral home
Of the hip-hop devoured by the mass appeal
You get the seal of removal, not approval
Cause only Woodsy Owl gives a hoot
It's a nice casket, nice suit
Loot can be gotten for the long haul
Five or six wrecks down the road and you can still hit the long wall
Out of there, over there to spectators on aisle nine
Who ain't heard Quest when they told them check the rhyme?
I ain't eatin' no green eggs and swan
I ain't eatin' no green eggs and swan
I ain't eatin' no green eggs and swan
As I recollect the scenes from my Fan
Flute time
Recollect
The recollections
Recollect
The recollections
Recollect
The recollections
Recollect
The scenes from my mind
Recollect
The recollections
Recollect
The recollections
Recollect
The recollections
Recollect

Recollect
The scenes from my mind
Back to work
To the mic, to the stand, to the light, for the globe, to the lobe, to the inner ear, so all night
Different tracks can be heard in different arenas, for the clubs, the heads, the rods, the beamers
Somebody start checking for the facts, search is going long, so I rip clubs from a later stretch
Armstrong along the travel road, we lose parts too easily, so I say peace to Eric and Beasley
Bob Bito and the 97th Street crew, sake lover, my brother, hallalulu
Which in proper term is the call for the firm grip, search fixes rhymes, shoots them on a sperm tip
Milky as a flow, I hope it's safe, protected, A and R rips, get respect for being more selective
Cause on all the days of the deaf, dumb and brain dead, and I close the book, all the scenes pull the head
Recollect, the recollections, recollect, yeah, the recollections, recollect, yeah
The recollections, recollect, the scenes from the mind
Recollect, the recollections, recollect, the recollections, recollect
The recollections, recollect, the scenes from the mind
Recollections
Recollections
Recollections
Recollections