Bring It Back - Illy

«Were losing 'em», the call rang out, only a few ran for helping hands,

most dudes stared blankly

Standing mute, fame whores off where the new fad’s at

While fans cried «bring that boom bap back»

Saw lines crossed between hip-hop dudes and dance acts

So I u-turned my ass out the booth

Told my label, new plan I’mma take it to my roots with the new jam

After that resume programming

So I gathered beats, got at mc’s, mapped the strategy out

The chase sequel’s in the background for now, sorry

A little longer until that album’s out

Doubter’s can either back down, tap out or bounce

Either way, pay that no mind, our 2 cents bound to count

Uh, their 2 cents get rounded down

Uh, this for the love of the rap

Breath it life til our lungs collapse, and bring it back like that

It’s like that, heard 'em saying «bring it back»

Screaming «breathe motherfucker», like that, see the flash

Of the ambulance lights and the sirens on smash

Like «woop woop», and they like that

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t to serve

As to remind and alert your mates

I have returned, tighter

Harder better faster stronger, vying for the first

Had to decide on the circuit

Took a ride on a detour

To tie up any loose wires, inspired to work

By the words of those sayings I lost my nerve

So if you wonder why this music ain’t my usual sound

I needed shit to do in my time out

I’m dropping records in between rounds

This a break in play, I’m of the court, beating them at their game

But this more than a training sesh for the main event

Sparring hard with the nation’s best, even a day’s rest

Is still at a breakneck pace too much to bear for the brain-dead

Tear through the pain threshold, fuck a taste setter, fuck a pay-cheque

This for the love of the rap

Hit it hard, clean up my act, then flip and relapse, bring it back

It’s like that, heard 'em saying «bring it back»

Screaming «breathe motherfucker», like that, see the flash

Of the ambulance lights and the sirens on smash

Like «woop woop», and they like that

And you fucked up young guns, I like you but you’re crazy

2 year facebook careers, don’t entitle you to write about your haters

I’m 250 shows deep in the majors

So It’s real life when I talk status

Ain’t saying I’m the saviour, just saying I’m invested

In whatever’s coming later I just ask you be creative

Foundations were laid, we just building other layers

Of design spec’s for a sky scraper

We started on a higher plane thanks to pioneers that were able, to break doors

down for us

So love thy neighbour

Bet the house on it, they sent our music through the roof

Some jealous, some overzealous, out to wet the fuse

Just know better than to let a clown effect your view

Only fools get influenced by the loudest in the room

So uh, ignore that, this for the love of the rap

And in order to advance where we at, we gotta bring it back

It’s like that, heard 'em saying «bring it back»

Screaming «breathe motherfucker», like that, see the flash

Of the ambulance lights and the sirens on smash

Like «woop woop», and they like that