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Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology: Dilla's Best

2009

like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go

dads
Even the ones living the full family dream
Cause I was grateful for what we had
Roof on our heads and shoes by our beds
I'm worried about all our

the beach house just like a field trip
I want to take a break from the shit that I deal with
Family problems weighing on me heavy that's real shit
Drink

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate

really wanna do it anymore
Staying up late nights, sleeping on the floor
By choice, with friends
They be helping out a little bit, I'm hospitable with it

sister that I did it
Cause when she got her car she let me lend it
Even take it to some shorty house
If she knew exactly who she was she prolly call me out

my mind can't rest
And I'll every now and then go under house arrest
High security lockdown mode
The only way that I can get in my zone
And I got shit

I start at the bottom, I'm loving the scraps
Got a whole meal on my back
Got a whole table, I'm eating off that
Got a whole album, you're feeling

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

That's my city and I represent six bad bitches
I don't fuck you cause you have a tech Live that reckless, I know killers still on house arrest
But I don't

givin' myself handies watchin'
While these guys that are over here have bras flyin' and panties droppin'
In mansions at parties by the pool with big

flicking off Taurus
Maybe at your cousin's house, dicking down your Aunt Doris
See, I say anything, whatever comes to mind, like
Remember when Kanye said

sorry 
Look I know I've been a cunt

Bare times we'd run
Out of the house

Cause shit, get brought back by the feds
And yeah

I guess we were pricks

gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you

not talking bout pogo
I think I might be in love with the (cocoa cocoa)
I think I might be in love with the cocoa
I'm smoking gas you can tell by

Album been done two years
Ain't put it out yet
Another mix tape
Another mistake
Another fifth grade attempt
To get rich
From a birdbrain CEO 
Who don't

and I get em
Writing new verse and I kill em
Killing the hate in the building

I make em' panic
Hide in this shit by myself
I don't do well with

with living in my own house
Being single in a thirst, spitting gold from my mouth
Seeing digits in my digits and inside my bank accounts
Said it's my

true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You

face
Ounces in your blunt gun hanging by your waistband
Who you in a war with who got you in a haste
Now you caught a case praying that the judge can see

claim to my prime
Feel like Pluto, I ain't planet but I'm still by design
Yeah now I'm feeling, uh, different feelings now as a college boy
I got

of minds so controlled by feeling
I'm not feeling it today
I don't feel like doing this
I don't feel like doing that
How do you feel?
Bad? Why
Do you

to your door
Come in yo house and fuck up yo décor
I'll act an ass all up on your porch
I'm on that shit like, pass me the torch
Sorry my nigga I just want