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Dear Dilla (Reprise)
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Phife Dawg
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Yo, what up, man? Yo, what chorus you want me to do? You, you said you want me to do a chorus Which one? On which song? Uh-huh, dear Dilla, bounce Yeah, this a celebration, bounce D-Town, throw it up (Celebration of life) The NYC, throw it up (Yeah, Smokin' Needle) The whole world, throw it up Riddim Kidz Peep game, yeah, yeah Hold tight, this ain't the last time I'll see you Due time, that's my word, I'ma see you Frontin'-a** rappers down here stealin' issue Posin' like they hard when we know they all see through I'ma tell you, Dilla, why they lackin' skills, pal No stage presence, cadence, stylе They livin' off of hooks, skinny jean crooks Pre-K lyrics, boy, go on and rеad a book I reminisce, reminisce, when Mobb dropped "Shook" Shan was down by law, such a good look Nas' God's Son, his return was Stillmatic Roots' Distortion to Static, you and Slum Fantastic Thought I chopped you out, son, see how you're doin' Come back to earth, homie, hip hop is in ruins I'm a third of the Tribe, but I'ma speak for the clique What up though? We miss you, kid Motor City say (Dear Dilla) It's not a day that goes by that I don't think 'bout you (Dear Dilla) I keep my head to the sky 'cause I know Phife's there too (Dear Dilla) And when I get there, God willing, your music will move outer space (Dear Dilla) And y'all both left a mark 'cause no one takes your place Yo, yo, beat wise, you still that cat which most should be measured I'm that MC known to share his displeasure With the route the game has taken, how mundane things have gotten You know, music on a whole, never mind just hip-hoppin' I'm in the club, three hours and change DJ spinnin' top forty, tracks we be hearin' all day Some MCs with catalog, and yeah, they stay paid But why pay over one buck when they lip syncin' on stage? King of pop, Barry White, rollin' over in the grave Jones Girls, Emotions singin', "Girl, back in our day" Dilla dude still bitin', they wish to be like you Producer extraordinaires knowing them beats be recycled But on your worst day, they couldn't mess with you Cats makin' Ts in remembrance of you Least they could do is give your fam a dime or two This man gave his heart, this what the 'uck y'all do? But yo, don't stress my yout, word bond, we got you Tell Baatin I said, "What up?" Word, he right next to you? From NYC to the D, with heavy hearts, we miss you Word God, wish you were here, so until we meet again just (Dear Dilla) It's not a day that goes by that I don't think 'bout you (Dear Dilla) I keep my head to the sky 'cause I know Phife's there too (Dear Dilla) And when I get there, God willing, your music will move outer space (Dear Dilla) And y'all both left a mark 'cause no one takes your place (Dear Dilla) I'ma tell you, Dilla D-Town, throw it up Ya dun know Ma Dukes V. Rich on the keys My main man DJ Rasta Roots on the beat, on the cuts Smokin' Needles, Riddim Kidz, salute ATCQ forever Peace Man, um For, for a while 'Cause we not, we not just those do it and run type of dudes, where we just gon' put anything out We tryna put out somethin' cla**ic Somethin' you can hear ten years from now, and be like, "Yo, that's that ish right there" You know what I mean? So we definitely taking our time Smokin' Needles is the label, independently ran by both of us, you know what I mean? So we do it our way Whether we move slow or whether we move quick, it's on us at the end of the day
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