[Intro]

A lot of people don't realize but

You didn't get shot for, anything, didn't get stabbed for anything

Like my brother says, I mean, anybody could pull the trigger

Really, it's just nothing

It's really nothing

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

Yeah, you ain't part of this discussion

Talk about the blicka when you never touchin' nothing

What the fuck you know about suffering?

Your man saying that he packin' something up, he bluffing

My akhi down due a couple billings for obstruction

It's feds here, opioid fentanyl consumption

My father said to turn the stale bread into stuffing

How you saying that, you workin' mayo with an onion

Never separate a man from his tools

Masato Tanaka elbows, anarchy rules

I don't take the chain 'til his chest cavity cools

Pull that shorty M16 and havoc ensues (Look)

Listen, I don't play no games

You see it's you that changed, homie, 'cause the game don't change

I heard you like to chat with the opps

Motherfuckers here dirtier than African cops, toma

[Chorus]

Bring it back

Bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, come rewind

Br-br-br-bring it back, come rewind

Bring it

Bring it back

Bring it back, come rewind

Br-br-bring it back, come rewind

Rebel arm shit

[Verse 2: Chino XL]

King Chi lyricist, exalted, Most High

Only thing you couldn't sit with in this culture was committing suicide (Yeah)

Around killers I'm feeling safer than a Hindu cow

Whoever stole my anti-depressants, I hope you happy now (Hah)

Foul about your presence, even the irreverent peasants will bow

To the Nephilim thou shalt spread pen pestilence specialist

The aggressive-est specimen shout, you desperate and loud, stress and pull up

Let's pull out that piece of paperwork, sure that snitch blood that you're full of (Facts)

Catholic Church tried cancelling and targeting Chi

Rappers say their prayers, they realize they're just talking to me (Yeah)

The living definition of underrated, Tesla and Edison's creative greatness, never out-illuminated my finesse

In these paintings that I've narrated, curated

Scarred goon, art form from a dark room

You niggas pussy like Erykah Badu's perfume (Yeah)

Violent wildin' and stab the pilot of the private Cessna

While I was high and feeling the undesired side effects of the cabin pressure

Manic death injected with a potential to puncture The Pope's neck

With a pencil lead point that is dipped in cancer

In his center sector with the Vatican architecture (Yeah)

Use Candace Owens' head as a hood ornament

I probably should be performing this sort of sordid, morbid script at a strongman tournament event

Malevolent XL accelerants spittin' arson fires

And I don't get writer's block, nigga, I block writers (It's crazy)

Paz and the Puerto Rican superhero, this is monumental

Vinnie with Chino on your side, partner, who can really be against you? (Fuck out of here)

[Chorus]

Bring it back

Br-br-bring it back, come rewind

Bring it back, br-br-bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, come rewind

Bring it back, come rewind