Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scenes From The Mind, artist - MC Serch. Album song Return Of The Product, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
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) |