Memories - Talib Kweli, Sunspot Jonz

Let’s take it back to the old school

Let’s take it to Union Square

Let’s take it back to the old school

Wave your hands like you just don’t care

Yeah

I was raised in crack era Brooklyn

I can recognize the smell of crack when It’s cookin'

Man, I used to play hooky and dancing was jukin'

Back when ratchet was a gun and a knife was for the juxxin'

A severe lack of funds got 'em masking up like the villain

I was in cyphers killing

Trust them niggas couldn’t touch me but they had to feel it

Not yet a butterfly, I was still a caterpillar ready to fly

Got beautiful memories of mobbing like Genevieve

Critical how the leave in this lyrical den of thieves, please

Took a Greyhound to California

Hit the good life Cafe, where the legends was styling on 'em Nonstop rhyming

since Top Ramen, so start climbing now 'Cause the future is not promised

So fond of these beautiful memories, unusual energies

A Stand up dude, ain’t never bending my knees

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Let’s take this way back to Oakland

Let’s take this to Durant square

Sunspot and Talib Kweli

Put your hands in the fucking air

Yeah

These memories they just sent me on way back

Raised up in Oakland, the dope and the Cadillacs

Raised by a hustler, hustling, bring it back

Customers to a substance deep up in the track, yeah

Losing homies to violence all over bitches

Just another day, oh the jealousy how it gets us

I ain’t collared with the drama, dishonor, it’s only love

Hit the barbershop, foothill, grazed at Golden Cuts

At the Eastmont Mall, TWauz, I loved it all

Took the stream around the world, no radio play at all

Just believing in this hunger, Boy wonder would never crawl

Made the underground scene from nothing, nothing at all Black Panther soul with

flow, this is the O

Mystik Journeymen, the Legends you already know

Years ago met Talib when he crashed at my crib

After that Greyhound ride showed him Telegraph rich Underground life yeah we

did it

Independent, just like I love my women

We collecting these chips

Classics shoulda had Mos Def and Luck on this

This that Blackstar, Legend, underground shit

And we was doing this at broke as SummerJam live and it was just hype still at

maritime

Damn that would be a great memory

(Make the best memories ever, underground, underground)

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

(Make the best memories ever, underground, underground, underground)