[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 n***as 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, n***a, 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