Rewind is a song by Nas were he tells a small story by starting from the end of it and also raps the little bits of dialog backwards. Then the story BEGINS at the END. ![[http://forums.massassi.net/html/eek.gif]](http://forums.massassi.net/html/eek.gif "http://forums.massassi.net/html/eek.gif")
Its all gangsta'd up, but its really a good song. I'm only postings a snippit of it because of alot of "language" near the end.
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a n***a
Now he back to square one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his b****
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My n***a Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my n***as dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
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[="They say music can alter moods and talk to you, but can it load a gun for you and cock it too?" - Eminem=]
Massassian since: March 12, 2001
[This message has been edited by Sol (edited March 13, 2004).]
Its all gangsta'd up, but its really a good song. I'm only postings a snippit of it because of alot of "language" near the end.
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a n***a
Now he back to square one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his b****
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My n***a Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my n***as dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
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[="They say music can alter moods and talk to you, but can it load a gun for you and cock it too?" - Eminem=]
Massassian since: March 12, 2001
[This message has been edited by Sol (edited March 13, 2004).]
Got a permanent feather in my cap;
Got a stretch to my stride;
a stroll to my step;
Got a stretch to my stride;
a stroll to my step;