Lyrics:
thing
I always long to reconnect with it when I lose my way musically
Thank you J Dilla for your peculiar, peculiar intelligence
Yeah, Detroit just has
a recording session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthians, Leviticus
I'm on the books, I study well
Getting money, bitches know me well (Huh)
Selassie
a recording session with J Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthians, Leviticus
I'm on the books, I study well
Getting money, bitches know me well (Huh)
Selassie
dick (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus)
This that DOOM shit, J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin' soon, shit (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus)
I get the pussy
So let me put on my chinchilla
In the 'Rari doin' donuts like my name was J. Dilla
All about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
Keep
Don't you worry baby I'm like
The Stooges and J Dilla, yeah
They tore this town apart
Put me back together, well
I guess that's quite an art, ha
you recorded at the same studio as J Dilla
But was scrapping up change and could only afford thirty minutes
So before the session, your raps was
never be more than J Dilla's little brother
I never be more than an insignificant other
I never be more than a video stand-in
But here I am still standing
J dilla
He on his way home
Know he see me spillin' my heart
Hope for it soon wait a minute K dot! you
Said turn it back on, bring it back
If dreams
I see your stock rise, only counter clockwise
You in reverse, outer verse from the far side
Blowin' trees out the window loopin' J Dilla
I been all
Hank's and new MC Breed's
Remember?
And the Sean P's who speak that raw
J Dilla got all beat makеrs still in awe
I'm not a pimp but Pimp C forever UGK
Rеst
a ground-ball play
I'm coming from the underground like it's Groundhog's Day
I'm talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga
I might mean J Dilla
is is
J Dilla, just like that, peace
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Yeah, yeah it started with rhythms I heard
Listenin' to the wall
weeks to record with J
Dilla i be standing at the
Atheneum, and then, you know
He'd come scoop me up he had a
Range we'd either eat, we'd eat
At a Coney
Yeah, yeah
Slay dro
It's that J Dilla right here
Badu, Indica Badu
Yeah that's right
Riding 'round the city with my homies blowing trees
Wavy
two weeks to record with J Dilla.
I be standing at the Atheneum, and then, you know, he'd come scoop me up; he had a Range.
We'd either eat, we'd
a lil' Piccolo player
She's echoing off of tree tops
A little J dilla, a little Sam Cook
That's when you sing in high notes
That's the sound of my soul
mans
I'ma take a bitch for a week to the villa
All-black ski mask gripped like a killa
New whip doin' doughnuts, J Dilla
Went to Panera,
Godzilla
Dzilla dzilla dzilla dzilla dzilla
Where's my phone I call J Dilla
Dilla Dilla Dilla Dilla Dilla
Bring new blade I am the
Killa killa killa killa
'suis d'l’époque de Bambaata, de la soul
J Dilla, so du beef, j’amène des lassos
Oh, whut’s the scenario?
Jump jump sur les watts de mon stéréo
Rewind sélecta,
it's coming, it's gonna kill 'em
The only great I ain't made better was J. Dilla
Now we breaking new ground
Get ready for the placing of the crown
got
Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all
Lights high!
Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English
Frozen bling
When you play your favourite records where there ain't no filler
Chicky-cha chicky-chicky-cha, Sade, J Dilla
Now I'm on the right track, went from
When you play your favourite records where there ain't no filler
Chicky-cha-chicky-chicky, Sade, J Dilla
Now I'm on the right track, went from a train
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