The Return

[Intro: YogaFlame as Hook plays in background] Ay yo, yo, this is YogaFlame radio! I been gettin' mad request for this new jawnt By this hot MC on the come up, by the name of E.L.P.J So everybody that's in ya cars, ya Lexus, ya Benz Ya Mercedes, or whatever ya in Turn this jawnt up so loud that the cars next to you can hear it And just cruise... I'mma be acceptin' calls from listeners in a minute Ya know, tell me what you think about this song This jawnt is gon' take you back to the Golden Era Eighties, nineties or something, word is bond I mean... check it out [Verse 1: E.L.P.J.] It took 21 plays to start writin' on this page I be in a daze for days, my mind in a maze Thinkin' of ways I can raise what I gotta say Zoned look on my face, you would think I was smokin' purple haze Can't be fazed in the state of feelin' blazed, if the phrase "burn the incense" illustrates its fullest arrays My mind strays from the praise, craze, and delays Of consciousness, it lays beneath my beret Brothers always wanna fray, I'm peaceful like Freyr But don't think I can't sway and slay emcees And bake 'em into rappin' soufflé, olé Lemme convey the decay of the cliché And spread like hairspray Get a cut from J at the Barbershop Fresh off the top Hop out whips and whip cyphers Goin' fresh off the top Killin' verses, ill in service Bring the truth to the surface Tell me if I'm destined or not... [Radio break: YogaFlame & callers #1 & #2 as Hook plays in background] YogaFlame: First caller, Wassup?! Caller #1: Ay, wassup man? YogaFlame: Yo, what you think about the track mane? Caller #1: Yo don't this joint remind of them days where you'd be Chillin' with your people, under the gazebo, smokin' ya weed Rollin' ya dice? Man, this joint is dope! YogaFlame: Yessir! Yessir! Caller #2, what it do?! Caller #2: Yo, this E-Dub, the Hip Hop Old-head! I'm lovin' that E.L.P.J. jawn! YogaFlame: Word is bond! Let's get back to the jawn! [Verse 2: E.L.P.J.] To my Pops, E-Dub, God bless ya life To my peoples that show me love, God bless ya life I swear this Hip Hop thing is the love of my life So I'mma make sure that I take care of her right So let's bury the hype Like a berry it'll get ripe, and when the time's right Hip Hop will have a righteous zeitgeist Like back in the day, before the deals and airplay It was park jams with rare play, and battles in the stairway I wanna chill on Sugar Hill, with a quill and keep it real Put it on like Corleone cause I'm licensed to ill I'm raisin' hell like Run DMC, it's not my fault they favor me But Rap was yellin', "Vacancy!" You know my steez, so why would you try to test me Be at ease, cause E's rhymes turnin' MCs to debris Yeah G, I'm keepin' it true, cause the Roots crew said "Never do what they do..." [Hook: E.L.P.J.] Ain't no half-steppin' with this It's strictly business Rappers ridin' 'round in Range Rovers wastin' fuel Follow the leader 'cross the bridge 'til it's over and we're paid in full I mean you'll Understand the message, I guess it, ain't hard to tell Walkin' 'round in my Adidas 'til my feet swell The history is something that you must learn It's the return... [Verse 3: E.L.P.J.] One many army, can't nothin' harm me Nothin' alarms me, I stay calm G Layin' in palm trees Who's the kid causing all the buzz I appeared on the scene suddenly like peach fuzz Hip Hop fiends will seek us, as we creep up And shank the industry's weak butt Lookin' for the next beat to rhyme with 'til I find it I'mma recline and Stay vibin' to Criminal Minded... [Hook] [Radio outro: YogaFlame as Hook plays in background] God dang! Y'all must really be lovin' this jawnt! We got phones ringin' off the hooks for this one y'all! Ay, I think we may have a hit on our hands I got like, I got like, eight workers in the back Answerin' phones, and they got people talkin' About playin' this jawnt all day So I think we will! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!