V. Nova - Back to Me Lyrics

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It's the real
Hip-hop Hip-hop
I'm all alone in this cold world without my mom I miss my ol' girl
Come on back to me
Missing them days of my youth when that Wu-Tang rocked wishing hip Hop
Come on back to me
All' them opportunities I let Go by all' them days lost getting high
Come on back to me
Missing the days of my youth when that Geto Boys rocked wishing hip Hop
Come on back to me
It go
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
First time I heard that I was like 3'10
Could've been a little taller
Still a little innocent
Not a care in the world Mama kept me with dividends
When I reminisce over you my love
My God it gotta to be love
Me not holding a grudge
About not having my mom
May she return to the higher arms
I'll let the Sour Dies' fire on
Right or wrong won't war with God
I'll take your memory and strap it on
I gotta carry on
No matter what tryna walk the line
And when I say hip-hop young world I mean a state of mind
Free speech genocide
Generation gap wide
Been a long time since lyrical rappers get signed
End of the day when my vision gets clearer
It's nobody to blame but the body in the mirror Yes
In this cold world without my Mom I miss my old girl
Come on back to me
Missing the days of my youth when that Outkast rocked Wisihin hip-hop
Come on back to me
All' them opportunities I let go by All' them days lost getting high
Come on back to me
Missing the days of my youth when that Dre and Snoop rocked Wishing hip-hop
Come on back to me
It go 187 on a' undercover cop
Remember when that rocked out of every boom-box
Remember the Fugees had the joint Boom Baf
Remember Buck em Down from Buckshot
When everybody tried to rhyme like Daz
Bum stickity bum
The Ill-matic Nas
But how is hip-hop not alive
It can't be defined
It varies from different state of minds
I was in love with it since age nine
By 15 I was right by her side
Done chopped it up with the greatest
G Rap told me your word-play nothing to play with
Met Kane in Queens he said he saw the hunger in the eyes
And Rakim told me why he never fly
Said hip hop never died
She just matured like fine wine bout to be a Grandma Yes
In this cold world without my Mom I miss my old girl
Come on back to me
Missing the days of my youth when that Slick Rick rocked Wishing hip-hop
Come on back to me
All' them opportunities I let go by All' them days lost getting high
Come on back to me
Missing the days of my youth when that Doug E Fresh rocked Wishing hip-hop
Come on back to me
It's been a long time since I left you
Without a dope rhyme to step to
Step to Step to
When I reminisce over you Love
I'm glad that I met you
It's the real
Hip-hop
My first Love
You stole my heart
Hip-hop
My first Love (Can't forget about BIG and Pac)
Sit down relax your mind let your conscious be free
Cuz I'm here with you and you're here with me