[talking]   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.      [woman singing]   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