[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 packing something up, he bluffing
My akhi down doing couple bullets for obstruction
It's feds here, open your [?] Fentanyl consumption
My father said to turn the stale bread into stuffing
How you saying that, you look a 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]
Changxi lyricist, exalted, most high
Only thing you couldn't trip within 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)
Fouling out your presence, even an irreverent peasant will bow
Put enough of them down, child spread pain, pestilence
Specialist, the aggressive is specimen child, you desperate and loud, stress and pull up
Let's pull up that piece of paperwork so that snake's blood that you're full of (Facts)
Catholic church tried cancelling and targeting cheap
Rappers say their prayers to realize they're just talking to me (Yeah!)
The living definition of underrated Tesla and Edison's
Creative greatness, never out illuminated
Mindfulness in his paintings that I've narrated
Curated, scar goon, art form from a dark room
You niggas pussy like Erykah Badu's perfume (Yeah!)
Violent, wild, and then stock the pilot of the private Cessna
When I was high and feeling the undesired side effects of the cabin pressure
Manic, deaf and checked her with a potential to puncture the pope's neck
With a pencil lead point that is dipped in cancer
With a center sector with a Vatican architecture (Yeah!)
Use Candace Owens' head as a hood ornament
I probably shouldn't be performing the sword assorted war but
Scripted a strongman tournament event
Whenever they exile accelerates spittin' arson fibers
And I don't get writer's block, nigga, I block writers (It's grimy!)
Paz and a Puerto Rican superhero, this is monumental
And Vinnie with Chino on your side, partner, who can really be against you? (Get the fuck outta 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