Lyrics

Chorus:
It’s time to bring it back together on the track it’s time to bring it back
I heard that. It’s time to bring it back together on the track and as a matter of fact.
It’s the S the O the U the L the P the A the T the R the O the L
What’s that spell? Baby TSP
The L, JSIII, and T.R.U.E yep!

1st verse:
Vibe check 1,2,1,2.
Y’all done messed up now and got me back with the crew
Way back when I said Ken, I got a beat you can peep
Before Adele got Deep, we were rolling in the jeep
Aye yo, Joe my man, helped me crossed the sands
Although it wasn’t the plan, we’ve been giving a second chance
But yeah, we all had a mountain to climb, so let’s meet at the peak
And then we hit rewind
See it’s sweeter than the Chocolate Shop on Chauncey Hill
They were like “how could them boys be so hype and so chill”
Cuz were new to the game had a ticket to fame
Sat around all day but the plane never came
Still got a True story to tell
You see our “J” is so cool we only need one L
To move the crowd and bob ya head to this
Man, it’s been a while since I felt like this and like that and like this and uh

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2nd Verse:
That’s me! True and the gang bring it back, boomerang
Old school with the new slang, do ya thang
Battle of attrition only a few remain
Who put it all together? I guess Purdue’s the blame
And I ain’t with the fooling games my name’s the evidence
My lanes the preference. Boiler Up Hammer Down ask around
They want a Rerun like Roger and Dwayne (who?)
What’s Happening Now?!
Since the first day on campus the goal was represent
Show the people who the champ is
The tongue’s apparatus the track’s the canvas
Practice makes perfect it doesn’t matter what the craft is
Entered the Rap Contest a beginner
Walked of the winner. TSP’s newest member
Next thing I knew we were in a meeting with Stotmy
And 30 years later, Len and Joe still got me

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3rd Verse:
Something Funky This Way Returns bob ya head, spitting lit
Three different lanes still doing music never quit
We rocked stages from Indiana to Chi Town
Lorraine’s Upstairs rocking horseshoes we got down
We had fans before social media
Took em on a trip, call it Expedia
Cassettes reel to reel, Tik Tok to YouTube
I put oil on the track so call it Jiffy Lube
We had the bars saying “Yeah!” We gave em more
It was only right to hit em with an encore
Some hated so bad with an odor you can smell em
The real ones know you didn’t even have to tell em
Pen game ballpoint rhymes, I can sell em
Three souls intertwined blessed in our cerebellum
God is the head gave me the wherewithal
Still blazing stages don’t need Geritol bring it back back back!

Chorus x2