Yeah, yeah
J Dilla
J Dilla, to the late great J Dilla
Things don’t get realer
Like a Pittsburgh Steeler, this is black and yellow
I be the smooth fellow
I can say hello when I come to the Glasshaus
Sometimes I just might pass out a couple of styles
When it comes down, yo, it’s me and Bilal
Yo, I’m a ghetto child of ‘87
When it comes to this, yo, I be the ladies’ heaven
I can rise it up and let you take it there
Do you like a brother, yo, with no hair?
This is all good ‘cause you just might glare
Whеn it comes to this, yo, you say all is fair
In love
I can get a dub and a littlе bit of bank
When it comes to this, yo, the style is never cranked
Up too high or too low
This is these brothers from Philly and Chicago
And, of course, Houston
H-Town
Yo we keep boosting, boosting
Told you this is revolution of a music that’s comin’
Hundred miles and runnin’
When it comes to this, yo, I never been a gunman
Just shoot for the stars
Going over bars
Seen my people in them Cadillac cars
I want more than that
I’m explorin’ that
When I come down, yo, I’m implorin’ that
Yo, it’s like this
I gotta get pub
And never will I just try to push or shove
I been on a quest like the brother Questlove
Or better yet Ahmir
When I come and steer clear
This is how it be
Yo, you can’t outposture me
When I’m chilling with my brother Rob G
And, of course, this is how you view
Get the picture
I’mma roll down with my man Boom Bishop
Read a little bit of scripture
Go to the church in all things work
This is how it hurts
Some time to just let it out
I gotta set it off then set it out to my people
Then when it comes to this, yo, there’s no equal
I could do it like this and this
It’s original type of Hebrew
Things that come down
The way the rap sun sound
J Dilla
J Dilla, to the late great J Dilla
Things don’t get realer
Like a Pittsburgh Steeler, this is black and yellow
I be the smooth fellow
I can say hello when I come to the Glasshaus
Sometimes I just might pass out a couple of styles
When it comes down, yo, it’s me and Bilal
Yo, I’m a ghetto child of ‘87
When it comes to this, yo, I be the ladies’ heaven
I can rise it up and let you take it there
Do you like a brother, yo, with no hair?
This is all good ‘cause you just might glare
Whеn it comes to this, yo, you say all is fair
In love
I can get a dub and a littlе bit of bank
When it comes to this, yo, the style is never cranked
Up too high or too low
This is these brothers from Philly and Chicago
And, of course, Houston
H-Town
Yo we keep boosting, boosting
Told you this is revolution of a music that’s comin’
Hundred miles and runnin’
When it comes to this, yo, I never been a gunman
Just shoot for the stars
Going over bars
Seen my people in them Cadillac cars
I want more than that
I’m explorin’ that
When I come down, yo, I’m implorin’ that
Yo, it’s like this
I gotta get pub
And never will I just try to push or shove
I been on a quest like the brother Questlove
Or better yet Ahmir
When I come and steer clear
This is how it be
Yo, you can’t outposture me
When I’m chilling with my brother Rob G
And, of course, this is how you view
Get the picture
I’mma roll down with my man Boom Bishop
Read a little bit of scripture
Go to the church in all things work
This is how it hurts
Some time to just let it out
I gotta set it off then set it out to my people
Then when it comes to this, yo, there’s no equal
I could do it like this and this
It’s original type of Hebrew
Things that come down
The way the rap sun sound
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