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[talking]
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Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD.
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Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done.
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[woman singing]
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Bringing back sweet memories (3x)
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Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties
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Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry
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In my lifetime, ain't done too many things
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better than watching your first son put his sentences together
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Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
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I was the portrait of the artist as a young man
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All them teenage dreams of rapping
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Writing rhymes on napkins
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Was really visualization
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Making this shit actually happen
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It's like something come through me
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That truly just consume me
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Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me
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I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge
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Took a plunge into my past to share with my son
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Bringing back sweet memories (3x)
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Like thoughts out the back of my mind
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Going back in some time
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Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
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Look back and you find
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Tracks that make you relax and recline
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Now cats rap about packing a nine
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When they lacking divine
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Inspiration
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Running out of topics of conversation
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Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation
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I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf
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And possibly you could follow me
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Tap into your chi
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Utilize your memory
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To help you see clearly, then get back to me
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Actually, nothing's new under the sun
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So when life be stressing me
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My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories'
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Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness
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>From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment
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Like when my people understood their prominence
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And my past life visions of the continent
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Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it
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I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
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Dominant in my psyche
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I chose my direction like Spike Lee
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To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly
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It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high
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But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why
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Like when my parents first split up
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Yo, I was illin'
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Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children
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And I love them for that
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I don't know if they saw that
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So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x)
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Bringing back sweet memories (3x)
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Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies
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Let me tap into your energy
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Fields of dreams become my property
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When I reach my destiny like a prophecy
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Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories'
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I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury
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That float through my head like a sweet melody
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What you telling me
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Reflection is a collection of memories
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Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be
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Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology
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It was only a matter of time like centuries
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Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
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I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
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If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it
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Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred
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Hi-Tek beats became my favorite
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Hussle on the Side was the cut
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We started to put songs together like 'What!'
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Travelled the world, came back to the crib
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And hit the motherland
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Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans
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In fact, that's where I'll take the fam
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when the Reflection joint is done
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By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun
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Like Wow!
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We made it
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We here
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Memories Live
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Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek |