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Chorus: Busta Rhymes<br><br>Rewind...<br>Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...<br><br>[Erick Sermon]<br>Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan<br>Godamn, yo, watch me slam<br>Taking the bassline, freaking my lines<br>Squeezing my Reebox`s pumps and Kriss Kross then jump<br>Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged<br>Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it<br>You know my style, man, yo, check the stats<br>Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch<br>Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects<br>He gets respect when he`s rocking wit the set<br>He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage<br>Yo, but don`t be afraid<br>Can produce hard tracks like this<br>But don`t shut him down, put him on the funk list<br>Live in color, a smooth brother<br>If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn`t, word to mother<br>So George, hit me wit the funk scratch<br>Then after that black, come back and rewind that<br>George, hit me wit the funk scratch<br>Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Parrish Smith]<br>I`m def, it`s my turn<br>Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track<br>I`m all that, down, rippin<br>All over the place, yea, check em<br>(Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip<br> yo get off that bullshucks<br> Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,<br> yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)<br>Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby<br>Step back, check yaself, punk, you don`t know me<br>I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see<br>Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET<br>For my grill in the Source wit the record force<br>A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss<br>The name is Mic Doc, don`t forget it hop<br>The kid from up the block, the tape`s kicking ya boom box<br>From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route<br>So make way, time to roll out<br>Can you wind it and mine, primetime<br>He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)<br>Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack<br>Damn, it`s been 5 years, kid, you`re still on my bozack<br>Shockin P, clockin P, when I`m rockin see<br>You`re not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me<br>You`re just a wannabe, you wanna be me<br>Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G<br>No time to battle rap, F that<br>I`m pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black<br>I`m outta here, peace to the hardcore<br>Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw<br><br>"My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"<br>"Don`t forget I`m... crazy swift"<br>"How can a brother be so nice" -- 2X<br>"Master on the beatdown"<br>"Huh forget it I`m constipated"