[talking]

Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD.

Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done.



[woman singing]

Bringing back sweet memories [x3]



Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties

Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry

In my lifetime, ain't done too many things 

better than watching your first son put his sentences together

Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when

I was the portrait of the artist as a young man

All them teenage dreams of rapping

Writing rhymes on napkins

Was really visualization

Making this shit actually happen

It's like something come through me

That truly just consume me

Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me

I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge

Took a plunge into my past to share with my son

 

Bringing back sweet memories [x3]



Like thoughts out the back of my mind

Going back in some time

Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line

Look back and you find

Tracks that make you relax and recline

Now cats rap about packing a nine

When they lacking divine

Inspiration

Running out of topics of conversation

Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation

I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf

And possibly you could follow me

Tap into your chi

Utilize your memory

To help you see clearly, then get back to me

Actually, nothing's new under the sun

So when life be stressing me

My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories'

Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness

>From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment

Like when my people understood their prominence

And my past life visions of the continent

Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it

I heard Resurrection by Common Sense

Dominant in my psyche

I chose my direction like Spike Lee

To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly

It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high

But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why

Like when my parents first split up

Yo, I was illin'

Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children

And I love them for that

I don't know if they saw that

So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it [x3]



Bringing back sweet memories [x3]



Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies

Let me tap into your energy

Fields of dreams become my property

When I reach my destiny like a prophecy

Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories'

I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury

That float through my head like a sweet melody

What you telling me

Reflection is a collection of memories

Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be

Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology

It was only a matter of time like centuries

Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet

I freak with word power, my man speak with beats

If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it

Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred

Hi-Tek beats became my favorite

Hussle on the Side was the cut

We started to put songs together like 'What!'

Travelled the world, came back to the crib

And hit the motherland

Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans

In fact, that's where I'll take the fam 

when the Reflection joint is done

By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun

Like Wow!

We made it

We here