Текст песни 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
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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)