Q-tip - Flashback lyrics

Summer nights, laying back, hitting L's at the Velodrome Contemplating why I've been so gone Everybody changing for the better and the worse I never thought my life would change when I left the Hurst And now it's different, hearing pilots in the co*kpit Similar altitude, heavy greens in my pockets Back in the day we played the drums until we dropped dead As well as In the Bronx hearing bullets as they shot heads Quarter flippin', while the moon was always in position Far but close, what mattered most was always in traditions Yo, I said my sh** is poppin' like a kernel Writing in my book of rhymes, sh** is looking like a journal Writing every night, I think my mind has gone nocturnal Gone inside a bong, this year was always such a burn tho Yo I'm so cold, I'm coughing up so many rhymes Grab a jacket homie, I spit northeastern winter-time All these lovely people wanna play me on rewind Cause they know my steelo, I be spittin' the illest lines Got so many bars, I be incarcerating committers of crimes And last year I'd hang with monkeys, smoking the rarest vines Walk back home, starving, always glad it was dinner time Look in the mirror, I smelled tougher with the reddest eyes Veins hotter than an arson, that's how you know we was getting high That life is no more, but just a memory that pa**es by But now a days, I be chilling sippin Gin and tonic I've been so damn high, specialized in aeronautics And you know the flow is so exotic Catch me in a room, darker than Ye's fantasy My rhymes got potential of causing global insanity Always in the lab like a chemist, cooking like a chef These people love the sound, max volume, I be leaving 'em deaf.. Let me bring it back Homie, let me bring it back Just let me bring it back f** it, let me bring it back Yo This sh** hit ya dome louder than your turntable I used to smoke them L's but now I f**ing burn fables I've been painting pictures clearer than a Warhol My circle's so small, don't even need a roll call For so long I've been writing like I'm anonymous I'm not even known, but I swear I'm in the books of Nostradamus's Leaving 'em unconscious like they don't even know what time it is So many coke heads, got the whole Arctic up they sinuses Rappers, they look up to me like a planetarium Never talk about how they use the heat but how they carry em Like I said I'm on some rodeo sh** These motherf**ers listen to me on some Oh, Dios! sh** Let me bring it back Homie let me bring it back Please, let me bring it back f** it, yo, Imma bring it back.. It's Capsoul It's the moon.. It's the moon..