[Dilla]

Yo this that shit yo
Yo I’m gonna light this shit
Then I’m bout to be famous
Yo gimme like 2 seconds, 3 tops

Spit that bullshit
Dilla and a couple other dudes I went to school with
Homie that’s my full clique
Click clack, bang bang
They do the same thing
Kinda like a addict tryna fix
But hit the same vein
Bravo, Encore, now we on award tour
Way too gone to fit this key inside my Porsche door
Aight I cab it doe
Couple years, charge De Niro for a cameo
Golfin with a Caddy yo
How’d his poppa make it out the slums into the city, shit
Cityslickin, alcohol and fried chicken
The bomb tickin, so much shit that I can handle
Oil up the leather grease the handles on the Cherry Lambo

“Yaaaaa mothafucka! You gon get signed mothfucka!
You gon get that deal you always wanted
You gon get that Lamborghini
Goddamn! You gon get your baby mama a Daddy!”

Ayo my eyes still smokey
And my rearview smokey
And my mind stil smokey
Goin Obi-Wan Kenobi

“Shut the fuck up man, you ain’t getting no goddamn deal!
You suck my G”

Atten-hut boi
Remember what I told ya, showed ya
This a general speaking to his soldier
So ya, wanna rule the Titans like a Denzel?
Well I hope it ends well, even if your ends low
Even if you die inside a Camry not a Enzo
Even if you never buy the home and keep the rental
I’ll be there for your broke ass, broke as
Hammer when he quit being legitimate
Had to sell those Cubans and started smoking that Swisher shit
Used to rock with Ludacris (Luda!)
Used to rock with UGK and Swishahouse
Pirelli tires on my beamers just to twist em out
(Ayo what about yo chain?)
Only rock it if it’s rose gold (OK)
I only puff it if it perforate the ozone (Why)
I don’t know. Bring your questions to the oracle
Every critic is weeded so every question rhetorical
Like who da illest?
Warfare

“Awww man. Remember that deal I told you about man?
I’m, I’m sorry man. They, you know they like you
But they just, they don’t think you fit the market my man
So, you know, keep trying, keep doing your thing.”

Ayo my eyes still smokey
And my rearview smokey
And my mind stil smokey
Goin Obi-Wan Kenobi

“You underground right? I mean, that’s cool right?
Yo you alright, my man? You look kinda faded?”

I’m seeing double
Wake up with light stubble
L-Train vision through a tunnel
Then I tumble outta bed
I got bars like a
Wonka Factory
You think you fast as me?
Well, boy you’re dreaming prolly fast asleep
I slow you down like a
Freezer to an atom
Let Manhattan smash em
You the first dude you think you Adam?
Well that makes me the
Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
Holy fuck, Holy what
How the fuck I’m holding up
I’m thrown as fuck