The Professionals
I Want It Back
[Interlude: Declaime]
Take this how you have to or don’t take it at all
Our time is growing small, the writing's on the wall
Take this how you have to or don’t take it at all
Our time is growing small, the writing's on the wall
Take this how you have to or don’t take it at all
Our time is growing small, the writing's on the wall

[Intro: Oh No]
It's the next termination
Let's go!

[Verse 1: Oh No]
Raise the price like petrol
Take yo ass back like retro clothes
Tag you like Marc Eckos
Debut in the game console, but this ain’t a game
Calm yourself down and honor the motherfucking vet though
I been kept low, now I’m out like escrow
And y'all don’t get jumped, y'all get quantum leaped
That’s an out of body experience
Faking peoples they is not
Shape, I am in tip top
These phonies, that’s what y'all n***as call hip-hop?
Then I’m gonna change it to hop hips
They hold on the heat hot, and then they get fucked like loose lips
That’s over and over again, yo fuck this
This shit is played out like some porno shit
It's like every other city I go
I see some new n***as walk
Same n***a Oh on some swishers and the cash flow
More blunts, more games, more dames, more dimes
More courts than signs, we don’t play
Get smoked like the chronic, ate from the Cali state of mind
Is, I gots to get mines anyway
Back down, Oh's background with Madlib
The new sound plus Kaliwild and that’s it
Blaw
[Hook: Oh No]
Please believe me, we do it easy
Hip hop it needs me, I want it back (back, back, back, back, back)
I want it back (back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back)
Please believe me, we do it easy
Hip hop it needs me, I want it back (back, back, back, back)
I want it back (back, back, back, back)

[Verse II: Oh No]
Uh
Theoretically speaking
It was stoled and duplicated, but the new generations don’t know the old
Only a few, I raised off the realest
They had them chains back then, but didn’t talk about it in every sentence
And that’s when them songs had meaning
Either it was that or it was raw ridiculous deliveries that we was all fiending
Nowadays, the odds a million to one
Still cold chillin’ like ‘88
Fast forward to ‘91, ’92 I learned that it was Hard to Earn
So I midnight marauded me some mics ‘til I passed out at my mom’s work
Mad LPs got jerked
But that don’t stop the hustle, still got a lot of work to tussle
Shows ain't packed for the vets, disgusted
Fans mad ‘cause it ain't oacked enough to get more people to bumpin’
’96, n***as had started disruption
2006, the world got more corrupted and ain't nobody saying nothing
[Hook: Oh No]
Please believe me, we do it easy
Hip hop it needs me, I want it back (back, back, back, back, back)
I want it back (back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back)
Please believe me, we do it easy
Hip hop it needs me, I want it back (back, back, back, back)
I want it back (back, back, back, back)