Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD. Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done. Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry In my lifetime, ain't done too many things better than watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait of the artist as a young man All them teenage dreams of rapping Writing rhymes on napkins Was really visualization Making this shit actually happen It's like something come through me That truly just consume me Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge Took a plunge into my past to share with my son Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Like thoughts out the back of my mind Going back in some time Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line Look back and you find Tracks that make you relax and recline Now cats rap about packing a nine When they lacking divine Inspiration Running out of topics of conversation Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf And possibly you could follow me Tap into your chi Utilize your memory To help you see clearly, then get back to me Actually, nothing's new under the sun So when life be stressing me My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories' Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness >From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment Like when my people understood their prominence And my past life visions of the continent Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it I heard Resurrection by Common Sense Dominant in my psyche I chose my direction like Spike Lee To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why Like when my parents first split up Yo, I was illin' Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children And I love them for that I don't know if they saw that So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x) Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies Let me tap into your energy Fields of dreams become my property When I reach my destiny like a prophecy Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories' I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury That float through my head like a sweet melody What you telling me Reflection is a collection of memories Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology It was only a matter of time like centuries Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet I freak with word power, my man speak with beats If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred Hi-Tek beats became my favorite Hussle on the Side was the cut We started to put songs together like 'What!' Travelled the world, came back to the crib And hit the motherland Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans In fact, that's where I'll take the fam when the Reflection joint is done By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun Like Wow! We made it We here