[Verse 1 - Illy:]
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"Were losing 'em", the call rang out, only a few ran for helping hands, most dudes stared blankly
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Standing mute, fame whores off where the new fad's at
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While fans cried "bring that boom bap back"
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Saw lines crossed between hip-hop dudes and dance acts
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So I u-turned my ass out the booth
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Told my label, new plan I'mma take it to my roots with the new jam
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After that resume programming
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So I gathered beats, got at mc's, mapped the strategy out
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The chase sequel's in the background for now, sorry
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A little longer until that album's out
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Doubter's can either back down, tap out or bounce
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Either way, pay that no mind, our 2 cents bound to count
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Uh, their 2 cents get rounded down
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Uh, this for the love of the rap
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Breath it life til our lungs collapse, and bring it back like that
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[Hook - Illy:]
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It's like that, heard 'em saying "bring it back"
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Screaming "breathe motherfucker", like that, see the flash
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Of the ambulance lights and the sirens on smash
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Like "woop woop", and they like that
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[Verse 2 - Illy:]
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I'd be lying if I said this wasn't to serve
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As to remind and alert your mates
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I have returned, tighter
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Harder better faster stronger, vying for the first
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Had to decide on the circuit
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Took a ride on a detour
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To tie up any loose wires, inspired to work
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By the words of those sayings I lost my nerve
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So if you wonder why this music ain't my usual sound
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I needed shit to do in my time out
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I'm dropping records in between rounds
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This a break in play, I'm of the court, beating them at their game
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But this more than a training sesh for the main event
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Sparring hard with the nation's best, even a day's rest
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Is still at a breakneck pace too much to bear for the brain-dead
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Tear through the pain threshold, fuck a taste setter, fuck a pay-cheque
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This for the love of the rap
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Hit it hard, clean up my act, then flip and relapse, bring it back
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[Hook - Illy:]
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It's like that, heard 'em saying "bring it back"
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Screaming "breathe motherfucker", like that, see the flash
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Of the ambulance lights and the sirens on smash
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Like "woop woop", and they like that
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[Verse 3 - Illy:]
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And you fucked up young guns, I like you but you're crazy
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2 year facebook careers, don't entitle you to write about your haters
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I'm 250 shows deep in the majors
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So It's real life when I talk status
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Ain't saying I'm the saviour, just saying I'm invested
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In whatever's coming later I just ask you be creative
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Foundations were laid, we just building other layers
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Of design spec's for a sky scraper
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We started on a higher plane thanks to pioneers that were able, to break doors down for us
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So love thy neighbour
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Bet the house on it, they sent our music through the roof
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Some jealous, some overzealous, out to wet the fuse
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Just know better than to let a clown effect your view
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Only fools get influenced by the loudest in the room
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So uh, ignore that, this for the love of the rap
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And in order to advance where we at, we gotta bring it back
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[Hook - Illy:]
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It's like that, heard 'em saying "bring it back"
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Screaming "breathe motherfucker", like that, see the flash
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Of the ambulance lights and the sirens on smash
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Like "woop woop", and they like that
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Bring It Back
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| Illy |
