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Johnny Philko - Scenes From the Mind lyrics
Once upon a time ago, long before commercialized
 Beats became sysnthesized and little girls were mezmerized
 There was one mic and one light in a hip-hop shack
 And you moved the masses or they moved you out the back
 Slack with the skills and you'll never pay the bills
 Buying up the brands with the octaginal frills
 But when a brother flexed, we called him the Flexor
 Beats were the melody, lyrics were the texture
 Rhymes were webbed and the Serch light got stuck in
 So follow for the record or keep keep on truckin'
 Maybe you need the method of finding what the vibe is
 Recollect the whole nine just like the Prince of Tides did
 Playing what's funny with Muhammed, Tip, and Phife
 It's keeping it alive, not a dive from the live
 But the dead so selector rewind
 To the scenes that are imprinted in my mind
 Recollect, the recollections, recollect
 The recollections, recollect
 The recollections, recollect
 The scenes from the mind
 Swing with the groove that got you swinging from the rafters
 808 state for the kids to the gafflers
 Make an impact the community can check for
 And if you're on the legend tip, nuff respect for
 Coming back to the crew and not to every but T-shirt
 Every lunchbox, wack record, don't give a damn
 Fan club, yabba dabba doo dud
 You can make the fattest record yo, and still be crud
 Brothers want to keep you in the heart where the home is
 Where the dome is and definitely where the microphone is
 Serch knows the one light is bright and don't stench and
 Don't bend, so friend, I'll send the flowers to
 The funeral home of the hip-hop devoured by the
 Mass appeal, you get the seal of removal
 Not approval, cause only Woodsy Owl gives a hootJohnny Philko - Scenes From the Mind - http://motolyrics.com/johnny-philko/scenes-from-the-mind-lyrics.html
 So nice casket nice suit
 Loot can be got for the long haul by the six recs
 Down the road and you can still hit the long ball
 Out of there, over there to the spectators in aisle nine
 Who ain't heard Quest when they told them "Check the Rhyme"
 I ain't eating no green eggs and swine
 I ain't eating no green eggs and swine
 I ain't eating no green eggs and swine
 As I recollect the scenes from my mind, flute time
 Recollect, the recollections, recollect
 The recollections, recollect
 The recollections, recollect
 The scenes from the mind (Repeat 2x)
 Back to the mic to the stand to the light
 >From the globe to the lobe to the inner ear so all night
 Different tracks can be heard in different arenas
 For the clubs, the heads, the rides, the Beemers
 Somebody starts checking for the fact Serch is long gone
 So I rip clubs from LA to Strech Armstrong
 Along the tribal road we lose parts too easily
 So I say peace to Eric and Beasly
 Bobbito and the '97 street crew
 Sec Lover, my brother Honululu
 Which and proper Tom is the call for the firm grips
 Serch fixes his rhymes, shoots 'em on the sperm tip
 Milky is the flow, I hope it stays protected
 A&R gets respect for being more selective
 Cause gone are the days of the deaf, dumb, and brain dead
 And I close the book on the scenes from the head
 Recollect, the recollections, recollect
 The recollections, recollect
 The recollections, recollect
 The scenes from the mind (Repeat 2x)








