Curtis Fisher - Back to the Scene of the Rhyme lyrics

[Caz ad lib] [Verse One] I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme Where I left off Memories of emcees that I swept off The microphone With a brief, swift motion Hit'em, with a dose and my potion was so sensational In fact, it worked like a charm My raps is on cue My beats is bombs Therefore you got a snowball in hell's chance to get with me When you run up on me again S.O.S the same old sh** Strange or somethings stay the same Somethings change But one thing remains unbending The rhymes I'm sending Stored in my very own vending machine Look through the gla** Rhymes stacked from A to Z By Grand Master Caz Fresh as a new born baby son You know what You got to pay to hear one To damn quiet and rap needs handling And I need a rush Not dope, some adrenaline And that's why I got to go back to claim what's mine I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme [Chorus] Going back to the scene of the rhyme I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme Yea I'm going back, going back to the scene of the rhyme I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme Yea son I'm going back, going back to the scene of the rhyme I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme Uh-huh I'm going back, going back to the scene of the rhyme I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme [Verse Two] Going back to where game was shot like an archer And ain't been the same since my departure Where rap's royalties sat at one round table like kings Running things But if you was wack the big boys would dis you Back when white clouds was inside tissues Before the new flav took the whole world by storm Yo, we had it going on Hip-hop clubs that sold forties of Old E Nine to seven 'o clock in the mourning Now somebody show me Where you can go and swing with your crew Anywhere past two Not in the streets cause there's to much crime there That's why I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme where A battle was fought man to man Where the beats are real steel But no caps got peeled Casualties where somebody got hung On rap Suicide when a brother got his bell rung Stung like a bee Or buried alive in a coffin Yea, I took them out often To soften the blows, I gave them all a warning Don't f** with the bros and the town we was born in Sworn in like a judge To uphold the test of time I'm going back to the scene of the rhyme [Chorus] I dedicate this song to all my true hip-hop n***as You know what I'm saying Who gave blood, sweat and tears to the hip-hop game To only get a door closed up in they face You know what I mean? Ya'll let that sh** marinate