J Dilla [DJ]

"You out there? LOUDER! "
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing"

[scratching]
Ladies and gentlemen, direct from... California
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, direct from Detroit, Michigan
Direct from... California
Ladies and gentlemen, direct from Detroit, Michigan
Direct from... California
Direct...

[evil laughter]

[17 seconds of samples]

What, I just wanna lay you back
Nah, you ain't gotta count my stack
Nah, it ain't goin down like that
Damn yo' ass is fat
I just wanna hit it, and quit it, if it's on like that
If I ever have to call your back
Cause you got a man, and I got a woman
But one ain't enough I need more to keep me comin
And I'm, runnin away, cause it's time to play
Nowadays chickenheads all wanna date a DJ
MC, sport star, nigga with some mo-ney
That means locked down... girl laugh like that shit's funny
I wish some of these broads cooked better than they look
Cause nowadays, they get you hooked, overbooked 'til you shook
Niggaz look, and learn for your own concern
These broads heatin shit up on mosh I burn
Down in the projects, or even up in the hills
Shit's real, these women want money and deals...
Yeah, get paid

"Now you know how it is brothers and sisters
When two brothers and sisters get to fightin
Them motherfuckers get killed! Damn right
How they go at your ass for BLOOD!
You better damn believe it baby
They don't fight like they're fightin a stranger
No they're fightin to kill baby
And that's a damn shame, cause that... "

Nowadays your boy probably tryin to hit your girl
While you tryin to work to buy the hoe diamonds and pearls
Fo' sho'~! It goes down like the girl on her knees
Tryin to please every nizzle gettin drunk smokin trees
While you 9 to 5, 'bout to 25 to life it
That hoe on some sheist shit, cause you find out how trife it's
The way it is, all she wanna do is swallow kids
This hollow dip's out to lunch all up on a trip
A nigga like me ain't even got time for it
Cause I ain't givin up shit unless I want to give it
Niggaz slave to the grave from the weak down to the brave
Smart to the stupid gettin stuck by Cupid
Nowadays, clock G's, ain't got time for deez
Fake dumber than Louise, even though they OOH-WEE!
Nowadays, nowadays niggaz smile in your face
Havin friends is a waste, detrimental like a nigga ten pace
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...
Four... (YEAH!) three... two... ONE!

Yeah, uhh, here we go c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah

"This one is hot and shizzling! "

[Verse 1: Dilla]
Get up in it... (What!)
Start her up... (What!)
Get her washed dogg, primiarmourup! (What!)
Big wheels, cadillac grilled up... (What!)
Keep your Esc cause daddys got the Dilla... (What!)
Custom, plus them... (What!)
22's but you say what's them? (What!)
3rd row, square 10's... (What!)
I let the bass hit so they wear in... (What!)
So loud, (What!) roll out... (What!)
Tint the windows with the of hydro cloud... (What!)
Big trucks, best when it's cold out... (What!)
Hear me pulling up in front of yo' house... (What!)
When I hops in, it gets to choppin'
All jeep nigga's keep it knockin'... (What!)

[Verse 2: Dilla]
(What!)
(What!)
(What!)
(What!)

Yea, come alive nigga's, ugh
Here we go... (What!)
Another Chapter... (What!)
I ain't lickin no, neck no back... (What!)
Better get my nuts, my sac... (What!)
Whether in my truck, my pad... (What!)
My live thug nigga's no what I mean... (What!)
A live bitch that's what I need... (What!)
And I ain't about to spend no money on her... (What!)
Nothing mo' than a hundred on her... (What!)
To the stripper and runnin on her... (What!)
In a minute I'll be cummin on her... (What!)
That's it... like that quick... (What!)
Dilla Dawg, Madlib that shit! (What!)

(feat. Jay-Dee & Madlib)

[Verse 1:]
[Jaylib:]
"Yo man you here dat you here dat shit man"
[Madlib:]
Like what the fuck is this
Hey look at this what kinda luck is this
(Haack) Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my niggaz
Only haters holler they can't feel us
Wanna get looser then we?
But just gonna be a looser to me and dilla(ha)
Killa, Talkin bout how you kill cops, you softer then a pillow
Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep?
Cause you bluffin and you ain't said nothin to spec?
Anyway I'm straight high off the trees
Your girl don't wanna lie she's gonna get on a niggaz dick
Turn It up, y'all niggaz must be outta head
If ya sister made it up to the bed?

[Verse 2:]
[Jay Dee:]
"Yo what was that you said right there what was that? "
[Madlib:]
Mr Leadway
Instant Replay
Instant Relay
Instant Mc, Producer, and DJ
I do this shit without a cell beeper or three way
Your coming off like like a G-lay?
"Anyway"
Ay, Peace to A.G
Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, Peace to Sage
Oh that nigga Wildlight, Wildlife, Hannibal, Cannibals
"WHOOOP What else? "
Um, Male Facists, Womanizers, Nymphos, niggaz in disguises
" Ah What Else"
Fine Women that like Pretty Women Some Fuck Women Some Fuck Woman?
"Mostly Fuckin Women"
Y'all niggaz must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed?

[Martial arts fighting sounds, shit breaking]
{"Heavy" - [echoes]}

[J Dilla:]
Weigh a ton in this m'uhfucker
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Yeah, heavy bass hittin, from heavyweighters
Heavy cake gettin, it's heavy player
Every day, another buck, another hustle
Cakin up, rake in ducks by the busloads
Wakin up, gotta go for the gusto
Ain't shit up but showin how to touch mo'
All day the show we chase dough
Gotta bankroll thick like the dutch stank roll
MAN UP~! My real niggaz stand up, let's get
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
And chase that fetti
Get big faces, let's get ready
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
So heavy, so cold
Might wanna grab that Pelle already it's
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up

[J Dilla:]
Get it up, smoke with me weed mayne
How them greens layin, twist it and puff
Heavy smoke from the spliff in the truck
Steady tokin it, I ain't lifted enough, this real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Heavy off the chronic, straight bubonic
Blaze if you got it
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
And put it down like no other
You ain't never heard real live shit, only clones of us
Better learn and beware of the firm
So hot, play it loud, might get a burn
You get it right and you might get your turn
If not, as far as I am concerned
I'm here to take it back while I make a stack
And shut it down for them muh'fuckers fakin jacks

[Chorus:]
It's real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this

[J Dilla:]
Yeah gimme that Big Mac shit, go heavy on the gator
With the supersized shake for the haters
Mad Dilla, or combo #1
Knock 'em out the box like Apollo did in I
To Mini-Mes all that followin is done, it's 'bout to get
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Just like the piece on the chain
That swings in the Jeep with the bang it's
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
All my live bitches drop it like it's hot bitch
Booty wigglin and wobblin while you pop it
All that ass in your Ashley Stewarts
That's just how McNasty do it
Heavy, mo' heav' than Heav' D
Rockin the chain to make 'em envy
It's still Frank-N-Dank and then me
Collab'n with mad to bangin MC's

[Chorus]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, I told you
Weigh a ton in this motherfucker~!

("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])

Aight now I'm tryin to get this money man
We gotta, get this plan, we gotta make this shit happen right man
Knahmsayin? Don't fuck shit up
Right? AIGHT? ! God damn!

{After the heist takes place}

Oh shit man~! All because of cash
Fuck, now I'm mashin on the gas
Left a nigga with a gash
This is worse than the last
Man still chasin rainbows now I'm in the 8th position
Feelin mad stressed, stuck up on a mission wishin
I took a different route, drinkin on Guinness Stout
(Man the cops is comin we 'bout to go to jail!)
Fuck that, I gotta be out
No time to chicken out, all I want to see's my clout
Then I go diggin out my honey, celebratin 'til she out

{But back to reality! }

I got a fatality and this bitch 'bout to rat on me
Plus I got this gat on me
Blood all splat on me, I fucked up his anatomy
This bitch is 'bout to rat on me, plus I got this gat on me
(Ay! Somebody's home! Ay)
(Ay somebody told me Miss Johnson ratted you better split)

Knew it, knew it, knew shit wouldn't work
Fuck out this motherfucker

Chasin rainbows, adrenaline pumpin
Pimpin, drug dealin, gun runnin plus body dumpin
Hebron pumpin in my arm for the next heist
But I gotta pop lips, even though she looks nice
Or else I'm a pay the price, gotta get an alibi
Chasin rainbows, where the rain in my hair flows
Hell if I, get taken out by some chickenhead, honeydip
Over some dough and some Gucci, watch money flip
Honey slip, I'm a lie, and say, it was Slick
And if not Slick then it was probably Eric
{Cause that nigga psycho too! } That's what I'm gon' have to do
And that's word on my crew, but if she don't fall for it
I'm a go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace
Before the cops come for us - run, Forrest
Forrest, run, hurry, try! Haul ass nigga
Fuck

[Scratching for ten seconds]

Madlib turn the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
You won't need your heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the rounds are rounds
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggaz
Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth then that's just it
Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get them balls back
I keeps it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips
Caked rockin gators
It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B.
Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire

[scratching for a bit]

Yo, wait, now let me speak on these journalists
Only the ones who need to learn and listen
Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens
Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons
You heard me~? ! Beats and rhymes so dirty
Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin
Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin strings up
The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up
Jaylib baby don't forget the name
How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range
Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips
And who said producers ain't supposed to rap
They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps
Better not run them jibs or fibs no more
We pullin plugs so haters ("can't live no more")

[scratching to end]

(feat. Percee P)

(A Jaylib exclusive... with MC Percee P)

[Percee P:]
I come on spittin, the song's hittin
Before there were capon chickens different dons listened to me for advice
Like I'm John, niggaz just left again, so I'm steppin in
To catch wreck and when on my next kin'll be checks to spend that I'm exitin
Perc' is nice, worth the price, every verse entice
One of the most praised ministers to speak twice on the Earth since Christ
Ideas delay of light years away from what's here
I dare all my peers to slay

Two grand, review and, your whole crew man
The true fans, know who can, bring heat like in the Sudan black
No games, style is fo{? }, verbal cocaine, like propane
I blow brains bashin them no-name cats that flow lame
Writes well, recite then there's a chance you might hear
In the right air your worser nightmare after a sliced ear
Perc' spit every verse with the worst shit known
Disperse quit first clique tryin to front get they turf hit blown

(Another Bronx to Detroit to L.A. connection for that ass)