Dear Dilla [Reprise]
Q-Tip, 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 NYC, throw it up Smokin' Needles The whole world, throw it up BK Hold tight, this ain't the last time I see you Due time, that's my word, I'ma see you Frontin' ass rappers now here stealin' issue Posin' like they hard when we know they all see through I'ma tell you, Dilla, why they lackin' skills now No stage presence, cadence, style They livin' off of hooks, skinny jean crooks Pre-K lyrics, why would I need 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 Distortion to Static, you and Slum Fantastic Thought I'd chop 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 out of space (Dear Dilla) And y'all both left 'em all 'Cause no one takes your place Yo, yo, beat-wise, you still that cat which most shit be measured I'm that MC known to share his displeasure With the route the game was taking, 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 40, we be hearin' all day Some MCs are 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 they grave Jones Girls, Emotions singin' back in our day Dilla dudes still bitin', they wish to be like you Producer extraordinaires, knowing their 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 youth, word bond, we got you Tell Baatin I said what's up, word, he right next to you? So 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 out of space (Dear Dilla) And y'all both left 'em all 'Cause no one takes your place (Dear Dilla) I'ma tell you, Dilla D-Town, throw it up You dun know, Ma Dukes V. Rich on the keys My main man DJ Rasta Roots on the beat, on the cuts Smokin Needles, Riddim Kids, salute ATCQ forever Peace
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Written by: Demontrious Lawrence, Dion Liverpool, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Taylor, Vincent Richardson
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