Scenes from the Mind

Once upon a time ago, long before commercialized Beats became sysnthesized and little girls were mezmerized There was one mic and one light in a hip-hop shack And you moved the masses or they moved you out the back Slack with the skills and you'll never pay the bills Buying up the brands with the octaginal frills But when a brother flexed, we called him the Flexor Beats were the melody, lyrics were the texture Rhymes were webbed and the Serch light got stuck in So follow for the record or keep keep on truckin' Maybe you need the method of finding what the vibe is Recollect the whole nine just like the Prince of Tides did Playing what's funny with Muhammed, Tip, and Phife It's keeping it alive, not a dive from the live But the dead so selector rewind To the scenes that are imprinted in my mind Recollect, the recollections, recollect The recollections, recollect The recollections, recollect The scenes from the mind Swing with the groove that got you swinging from the rafters 808 state for the kids to the gafflers Make an impact the community can check for And if you're on the legend tip, nuff respect for Coming back to the crew and not to every but T-shirt Every lunchbox, wack record, don't give a damn Fan club, yabba dabba doo dud You can make the fattest record yo, and still be crud Brothers want to keep you in the heart where the home is Where the dome is and definitely where the microphone is Serch knows the one light is bright and don't stench and Don't bend, so friend, I'll send the flowers to The funeral home of the hip-hop devoured by the Mass appeal, you get the seal of removal Not approval, cause only Woodsy Owl gives a hoot So nice casket nice suit Loot can be got for the long haul by the six recs Down the road and you can still hit the long ball Out of there, over there to the spectators in aisle nine Who ain't heard Quest when they told them "Check the Rhyme" I ain't eating no green eggs and swine I ain't eating no green eggs and swine I ain't eating no green eggs and swine As I recollect the scenes from my mind, flute time Recollect, the recollections, recollect The recollections, recollect The recollections, recollect The scenes from the mind (Repeat 2x) Back to the mic to the stand to the light >From the globe to the lobe to the inner ear so all night Different tracks can be heard in different arenas For the clubs, the heads, the rides, the Beemers Somebody starts checking for the fact Serch is long gone So I rip clubs from LA to Strech Armstrong Along the tribal road we lose parts too easily So I say peace to Eric and Beasly Bobbito and the '97 street crew Sec Lover, my brother Honululu Which and proper Tom is the call for the firm grips Serch fixes his rhymes, shoots 'em on the sperm tip Milky is the flow, I hope it stays protected A&R gets respect for being more selective Cause gone are the days of the deaf, dumb, and brain dead And I close the book on the scenes from the head Recollect, the recollections, recollect The recollections, recollect The recollections, recollect The scenes from the mind (Repeat 2x)