Return of the B-Boy

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Seconds after I had been swept off my feet Open flew the doors and in steps the beat Complete with medical packs and four-fours Looked at me and said, "Damn, this nigga needs gauze" Wars are fought in the street, he got beat The meek are disenfranchised and left weak Peep these images I couldn't ignore Personas of the rhythm who just walked in the store The snare, Slim, sported a rare grin Noticing damage within, removed bullets and patched skin The kick drum, Scurvy, opened my eyes, he say, "Don't worry" At the clerk, he fired rounds in a flurry And the hi-hat, Matt, tapped the hostages with his gat Told 'em, "Break the fuck out and never look back" They had performed like Miyagi for the kamikaze Then they got me, walked me out past the local paparazzi "I see, y'all reanimators"—"Sure, kid, ya jams are flavor We need a savior and we came ta relay the data I'll repay you, major situation 'cross town Our music has lost sound 'cause they had us locked down 'They' meaning sucker rappers, herbs, crabs Common clowns who be making shitty sounds in labs They're defacing masterpieces just to blast to pieces what's dope And hope that we'd accept a wacker thesis" "Jesus, where's the chamber? Allow me to become the scum rearranger" They said, "Focus your anger And bring the rhymes that you wrote because these folks'll hang you" I accepted their concern, turned to 'em and said "Fuck that written shit, I'll flip these niggas off the head What about the feds?"—"Ayo, we left them a decoy We didn't want the beast to know we brought back the B-Boy" [Chorus] (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back [Verse 2] Hip-hop is so wack the beats are fighting back And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map X's mark the rappers I would soon hex with Corrosive cadences that'll be leaving their necks split Step by step, I'm headed toward the set To analyze a threat and make 'em regret the day we met I suspect they got a smooth plot, I'm headed to the rooftops That's where I'll make my stratagem so I can splatter them They were only half o' ten, five less rappers alive When we collide, the standard is dope, they didn't coincide They were sacrilegious and vicious with dark wishes, which is To assure the core of hip-hop withers, snitches I dropped dime on how to travel back in time So they can melt and misalign, pioneers' patterns of rhyme And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing Soon those niggas won't be breathing I've seen what I got to so I'm leaving 'Cause I wanna set off the slaughter for the evening Niggas hopped on my shit list with the swiftness I'm about to rip this, come bear witness [Chorus] (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hiphop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back (Hip-hop) (Hip-hop) I'ma bring it back [Beat changes] [Verse 3] Mic check We had ill static over Illmatic I reached for it, this nigga said I couldn't have it So tragic for him to try to counter my magic, I'm rabid Reached through his fucking face and grabbed it Nigga, how the fuck did you figure you could interfere with a music so potent? Then I gazed at his skull for a moment before I moved on Then I heard two songs Distinct flavors from Wu's Enter the 36 Chambers I'm about to bring this nigga danger He was elusive, an Uncle Tom carrying nooses Strong, yet spiritually useless I gave him flashbacks of niggas getting treated like lab rats Beaten with whips and straps Hit him with conscience, held a mirror up to his face The motherfucker jetted out of the place Who's next to get me vexed? This rapper making idle threats, claiming that he's got concepts I stepped to him slow, looked deep in his eyes Seen a prison was within him, 'cause he's living a lie I grabbed Daily Operation Told him that man was not meant to rule the earth's population These thoughts left him pacing Now he suffers from brain disintegration, no thoughts or information It started raining, visibility low This had no effect on my abilities, though To murder an MC is standard procedure I looked and seen this cat guarding Follow the Leader But I'm a cheetah, the abdomen and chest deleter Primary feature: My intense urge to bleed ya While his blood's draining, I'm steadily aiming To find the next nigga for maiming That's when my instincts came in handy This mega-large nigga tried to brand me I dodged a mega-blast of energy Then my mind aged a century Futuristic data for a complex matter His power left a crater, I could peep the equator He smiled, I could see him through the earth's vapor Looked him up and down as we walked toward solid ground What? My jaw dropped at what I found Classics by Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul B.D.P., P.E. and Run-D.M.C Low End Theory, 3 Feet Criminal Mind', Takes a Nation of Mill', time to kill Run-D.M.C., self-titled This nigga's my arch-rival—survival? Not liable Got up close and what I saw, I couldn't believe My enemy was a genetic replica of me Battling yourself is the biggest chore It could leave your digits raw, a truly vicious type of war So now I'm thrown off, taken back In fact, I didn't know how to react, I lacked a plan of attack But his was in full effect and next, he'd infect my intellect With thoughts I couldn't accept Images of my grandmother in that old folks' home Became very vivid in my dome His method is drastic, telepathic Damaging my mental fabric, hellified, horror, havoc Crippled, I can't stand it or understand it Yet, my torture was expanded by thoughts that he commanded Had a vision of my uncle sitting dying by himself Meanwhile, he's breaking down my physical health Body blows, several shots to the head 98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads The other two percent, I accepted just so I can feel the heat again Had a vision of defeating men So now I'm back, strapped and intact Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact Thoughts were unholy, slowly, he looked me up and down coldly Like I'm the motherfucking phony And maybe I am, damn, I stuttered, dropped the mic from my hand Saw some open land so I ran But as I jet past past thoughts, my man had blast shots Blood clots stopping circulation to my knot My ego split, my humility started to mumble feeble shit The thug within me had a dream of Desert Eagle clips So who's me? Maybe this uzi The cold-hearted steel with a sign that says, "Use me" I call her "Suzy", do you like what you see? Usually I wouldn't let a biter confuse me So why should this instance make a difference? So I started to think with the innocence of infants And since I'm incensed, burn incense, I'm intense Funny how the powerful scent just dents his senses Don't even count him in at the census I sent this razor-sharp tone of relentless Sequences that leap fences Leading all humankind to deep ventures So I shift forward like a Sith Lord with a swift sword Flipped and clipped his mic cord Speechless, riddled with weakness, peep this He tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif Be my guest, take a guess who left the set blessed And who was left a mess ("Fight fire with fire") And at P's request I summoned the sun to burn a hole in his chest [Outro] Yo, man, it was insane I was buggin' Bambata, Kool Herc, Grandmaster Flash all jumped out the chamber, yo It was like a dream