Rewind
Sy.Na.Psy Lyrics

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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 closing this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one

Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting 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 niggas 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, holding 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
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "No hell"
She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"

Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him right now!
Let's kill him)

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"

Overall Meaning

The song "reWind" by Sy.Na.Psy contains deep and vivid storytelling skills that take the listener on a breath-taking journey. The song uses reverse sequencing to tell the story. At first, the song begins with the end and moves in reverse up to the beginning. The lyrics start with the self-reflective rapper explaining to the listeners to listen to his story intently. Then he jumps into an intense storyline where he is holding a man at gunpoint. Suddenly, he rewinds the events and takes us back to before the shooting, where he's smoking and listening to music with his friends. The rapper describes the events in detail, moving backward in time, as if he's rewinding a VCR cassette just like the title of the song suggests.

As the events unfold, the story becomes more and more intense as the verses progress. The listeners are first introduced to the shooting, but as the story rewinds, we get to witness the events leading up to it, like meeting up with the friends smoking and listening to music in the car. The song does an excellent job of taking us from the present to the past, filling in the gaps in the story, and wrapping up with the introductory words.

Overall, "reWind" is a fascinating piece with engaging and inventive storytelling. The use of reverse sequencing adds a unique flair to the song, and the lyrics provide thought-provoking insights that capture the listener's imagination.

Line by Line Meaning

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pay attention, both bad boys and beautiful women with your hair styled

Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Take a seat and get comfortable

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
Hey man, whoever you are, listen closely

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
I'm about to tell a tale in reverse

The bullet goes back in the gun
I reversed time so the bullet is no longer in the victim's body

The bullet hole's closing this chest of a nigga
The bullet wound is healing in the man's chest

Now he back to square one
The man is back to his original state before the shooting

Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
The man is begging for his life not to be taken

I put my fifth back on my hip
I'm returning my gun to my holster

It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
It's just like rewinding a video cassette tape to replay a scene

He put his hands back on his bitch
The man's girlfriend is being returned to him

My caravan doors open up
The doors of my vehicle are opening

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
I hopped back into the van and quickly closed the door

Going reverse, slowly prepared
We are reversing and slowly getting ready

My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
My buddy Jungle says something insane like "Are we going there?"

Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach
We're passing around what's left of the marijuana joint while sitting in the back seat of the car

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
The smoke is being sucked back into the lit joint, causing it to grow larger

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
Jungle unfurls the joint and puts the unused weed back in the container

The blunt turns back into a cigar
The joint is transformed back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
We're listening to Stevie Wonder, and it sounds so good it's like a heavy metal concert to us

Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
We're playing AC/DC records backwards

I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
I say goodbye to my friends and jump out of the car backwards

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I go back up the stairs and take off my black shirt

I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
I'm at home with the phone pressed to my ear

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
Listen closely so you can understand the meaning of this rhyme

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
The person on the phone said, "We're outside to the right"

So with my mouth wide, holding my heat
I open my mouth and grab my gun

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
I have a lot of bullets, enough to shoot you with

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Jungle warned me about enemies lurking nearby

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I hung up the phone and then it immediately rang again

I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
I'm lying in bed, thinking about a beautiful woman

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
The woman I was thinking about left and then suddenly returned, leaving her clothes on the floor

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
She fell onto my bed and hugged me

I told her, "No hell"
I told her no such luck

She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
She's talking about kissing me

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
She performed oral sex on me, then spit it back out

Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
She started giving me oral sex again without using her hands, creating a lot of saliva

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
She got up and put her bra back on

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
She got dressed and told me that she was really stressed out

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
She picked up her expensive purse and left her man behind

Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice
As she leaves, she rings the doorbell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
I throw up vodka back into my drink with fruit juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one
The clock starts reversing backwards from 3, to 2, to 1

And that's about the time the story begun
That's how the story begins

That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell
That's when I heard the first voicemail on my phone

It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
The message said "We found the person we need to kill"

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
"Hey, this is Nas, forget it. Goodbye"

Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Ariel Rechtshaid, Jeremiah Raisen, Ezra Maxwell Rubin, Kelela Mizanekristos, Phillip Gamble, Samuel Obey

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