Ladies and Gentlemen,
I hope you're in the mood to travel right now, 'cause,
I want to take you on a journey, we're going back in time.
Are you ready?

I wanna take you way back to when a girl on a mike's worth,
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt.
I mean way back to creativity, before MTV, before BET.
I mean way back before recycling shit,
When the props that you got was for your writing and shit.
Let's rewind before the hype when you used to be low key,
To be a singer you had to actually know key.
I mean way back to before people made a job,
Of seeing who's best at impersonating Bob
I mean way back to when you sweat blood on every line,
To get one good song didn't cost sixteen ninety nine.
To be considered deep you had to actually say stuff,
And if it wasn't good disc jockeys didn't play stuff.
I mean way way, Marvin Gaye way back, and I pray that you will.

Come with me, let us journey past this melody.
Give us room to exercise our minds.
Take you to another place, another time, better hooks, better rhymes,
Stronger lyrics, every line, you could even press rewind.
Come with me, let us journey past this fallacy.
Give us room to exercise our minds.
Take you to another place another time, better hooks, better rhymes,
Stronger lyrics, every line, you could even press rewind.

Well it's ironic that the chronic that I smoke,
Got me singing shit that's bionic every note
That it's affecting my Judgement is what some people would hope,
But I'm not tripping, I'm on a journey, come along now let's float.
I used to be excited going to the record store,
But these days I stay pacing the floor.
Somebody please take me back to when the artistes were poor,
'Cause when they made less they gave us so much more.
Let's take it back to a ballroom,
Cloudy microphone.. Smokey Robinson, Nina Simone
James Brown was still occupying the throne,
When the songs weren't sold off videos alone.
Way back to when a star attitude,
Wasn't defined by somebody being rude.
To when it was a pleasure definitely not a task,
To greet a fan with a smile and sign a damn autograph.
I mean way back to before you used to drive the Maybach,
You dreamt about a mil but never made that.
When you made some shit that we could play back.
I mean way back to a whole 'nother time,
Further back than your granddad's hairline.
I mean way back, won't you say that you will.

Come with me, let us journey past this melody.
Give us room to exercise our minds.
Take you to another place, another time, better hooks, better rhymes,
Stronger lyrics, every line, you could even press rewind.
Come with me, let us journey past this fallacy.
Give us room to exercise our minds.
Take you to another place another time, better hooks, better rhymes,
Stronger lyrics, every line, you could even press rewind.

And it came to past in the glorious days of charts,
That the music hailed.
And we danced to it and threw a party,
But in our hearts we knew the musicians failed.
And then came along brothers Napster and Aimster,
And though they were definitely wrong,
I think its worse to be forced to buy a whole bullshit album.
Just to get that one good song.
Can I get an Amen? AMEN!

Come with me, let us journey past this melody.
Give us room to exercise our minds.
Take you to another place, another time, better hooks, better rhymes,
Stronger lyrics, every line, you could even press rewind.
Come with me, let us journey past this fallacy.
Give us room to exercise our minds.
Take you to another place another time, better hooks, better rhymes,
Stronger lyrics, every line, you could even press rewind.