I Want It Back - Madlib, The Professionals

Take this how you have to

Or don’t take it at all

Our time is growing small

The writings on the wall

Take this how you have to

Or don’t take it at all

Our time is growing small

The writings on the wall

Take this how you have to

Or don’t take it at all

Our time is growing small

The writings on the wall

It’s the next termination

Let’s go

Raise the price like petrol

Take you down, back like retro clothes

Tag you like Marc Eckos

Debut in the game console

But this ain’t a game

Calm yourself down

And honor the motherfucking vet though

I been kept low

But now I’m out like escrow

And yall don’t get jumped

Yall get quantum leaped

That’s an out of body experience

Faking peoples they is not

Shape

I am in tip top

These phonies

That’s what yall niggas call hip-hop?

Then I’m gonna change it to hop hips

They hold on the heat hot

And then they get fucked like loose lips

That’s over and over again, yo fuck this

This shit is played out like some porno shit

Its like every other city I go

I see some new niggas walking

Same nigga Oh on some swishers and the cash flow

More blunts, more games

More dames, more dimes

More courts than signs

We don’t play

Get smoked like the chronic

Ate from the Cali state of mind

I gots to get mines anyway

Back down, Oh’s background with Madlib

The new sound plus Cali wild and that’s it

Blaw

Please believe me

We do it easy

Hip hop it needs me

I want it back (back, back, back, back)

I want it back

Please believe me

We do it easy

Hip hop it needs me

I want it back (back, back, back, back)

I want it back

Uh

Theoretically speaking

It was stoled and duplicated

But the new generations don’t know the old

Only a few, I raised off the realest

They had them chains back then

But didn’t talk about it in every sentence

And that’s when them songs had meaning

Either it was that

Or it was raw ridiculous deliveries that would resolve fiending

Nowadays, the odds a million to one

Still cold chillin' like ‘88

Fast forward to ‘91

'92 I learned that it was Hard to Earn

So I midnight marauded me some mics

‘Til I passed out at my mom’s work

Mad LPs got jerked

But that don’t stop the hustle

Still got a lot of work to tussle

Shows ain’t packed for the vets, disgusted

Fans mad ‘cause it ain’t

Packed enough to get more people to bumpin'

'96 again we started disruption

2006 the world got more corrupted

And ain’t nobody saying nothing

Please believe me

We do it easy

Hip hop it needs me

I want it back (back, back, back, back)

I want it back

Please believe me

We do it easy

Hip hop it needs me

I want it back (back, back, back, back)

I want it back