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Take It Back Chorus Before the 64 track, making beats with a Mac We used to do a little something with this thing called rap So take it back, take it back, take it back, take it back. Before the music was known all across the map We used to do a little something with this thing called rap So take it back, take it back, take it back, take it back. When Cyndi lauper did the shebop, I was doing the Beatbox I kept those beats hot, wearing the pinstripes and Reeboks I used to keep candy for the little sweetharts, Who loved the street art, banging out the nearest speaker. The Bass would reach ya. Four woofers, two tweeters Whoever won the dance off was the leader. I used to see the little kids on the strip doing back flips Off trash canisters, hallway banisters. Dam if I could go back, go back to the Heart- Ford Connecticut, It was in Bowles Park Where I let flows spark, I paired up like Noah's Ark Nowadays rappers got no art, no heart Show no part, The Industry a loan shark Playgrounds turn into cold parks. So if you really love rap, represent the track Take it back, take it back, take it back Before the 64 track, making beats with a Mac We used to do a little something with this thing called rap So take it back, take it back, take it back, take it back.

The Souls of Rap Folks The Souls of Rap Folks, we need you please pass hope They say that hip-hop's on its last rope If you don't believe its time to cast votes Let's just look at what happened to black folks. (Repeat) I write this for the youngsters, the punksters, the wanna be monsters, the all heart no hunger. Wonder what happens when your not prepared Cashed in the silver coins, broke now you outta here A rapper makes it, a thousand didn't I remember when hip-hop was forbidden And emcees were counselors, down with blue collar hood scholars, and even hustlers had honor. Some kids imitate, think that they older Finger paint crime, write rhymes with Crayola Smoke weed for a weak, and now you O.G.? I'm a tell you like a cat once told me. They may let you pass through But they'll smash you, if they have to. Reduce your nuts to crumbled cashews Step out my way when I pass through Stop living off of Red Bull and fast food So again I ask you. The Souls of Rap Folks, we need you please pass hope They say that hip-hop's on its last rope If you don't believe its time to cast votes Let's just look at what happened to black folks. Repeat

Do you write? Do you write about romance, do you write about romance, do you write about romance, do you write about love? You claim to represent the name, its a shame that even with fame, we can't reclaim the game We act like we afraid to be in love again, understand? It should feel like a summer jam, the other plan Once called for liberation, Zulu Nation Now the music sells medication of the streets they try to thug the beat, drug the weak Claim to love the heat, but once they speak, you can tell, what they really seek Build a reign, from cocaine At least thats what they are saying I've seen so much death that its got me praying: "Watch out for family, remind of my legacy Save all the brothers, locked in the penitentiary Bless all the children that my work has sent to me And to My Parents, when you talk to God, don't forget to mention me," Thanks for reminding me of my destiny It took a while but it was meant to be It was meant to be.

Seize the Day Chorus I don't care what people say, Whatever image they portray. For those that try to block our way We'll always seize the day. Live from the killing field, children of the corn get scorned No more beans and rice, Similac Child born Turn to another way, help a mother get paid. Where the brothers play, and the rubbers lay Need it in the worst way, pick up a cursed trade Catch my child tongue kissing in the first grade. They get straight Cs, I don't even see straight Barely read and write, only numbers and dates Way my packages, see how fresh my shit is. My child's my only witness and hope out of the business. Leave the game alone, but the money is tremendous Keep my agendas, don't have to pretend this endeavors gonna last forever, that I'm too clever To get lock up, or Glock(ed) up, my new girl knocked up The man thinks he can out box us Keep your fist tight nothing can stop us. Bridge: If you can dream it up Build you a team to trust If you believe in us we can do anything!

Frisco Wind Three Voices in Syncopation too create a rhythmic effect Voice 1       |Breath     |            | Breath Out | Voice 2       |Breath In  | Breath Out | Breath In  | Breath Out | Breath Sound: |Ha Ha Ha Ha| Ha Ha Ha Ha| Ha Ha Ha Ha| Ha Ha Ha Ha| Since we're running out of time, and i'm trying to reach the streets I'm speaking through the beat, you should set it on repeat Another hurricane is coming, and you want to retreat The Frisco Wind, just blew in the heat I know this tracks on fire, and my beats don't lie But the world's so cold, it makes a grown man cry And I can't sit by and watch these kids get high, Off the mix tape hype, or the get rich lies The My Space craze, fake profile page Just a pawn in the game, another Murdock slave Brave enough to reach but not enough to fall Let's end the speculation, I'm talking to all yall Even those that really ball, feel me dog Stop acting like a silly broad. We've come a long way but what's its really for We got all the weapons, but you ain't ready for war We ain't ready for war!