[Intro: samples & Busta Rhymes]
*Commissioner*
The Bus-a-Bus
"The League crew"
"And now— now for our future presentation"
Yeah, we gon' straight into something
Real-real-real dynamic for hip-hop
2008 shit
In the name of the late great James Yancey AKA J Dilla
Dillagence
*Commissioner*
[Chorus: Phonte & Busta Rhymes]
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Trust, you see, the love is so genuine
Mr. James Yancey was such a good friend of mine
J Dilla—he's still a good friend of mine
His beats'll send you to chiropractics, put a curve in your spine
Make you need a re-alignment, cause you to spazz out
Producers tryna compete, you niggas is ass-out
I usually dare niggas to go against me
He defied the laws of physics when it came to the MP'
See, I don't care how you other producers use it
He ain't never speak a lot, but he spoke volumes through the music
Jay D-I-double-L-A—remember the name
With them killer beats, and so venomous with the pen game
Like the thrill of me getting pussy, or bought my first gun
He'd been blessing every one of my albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here, there is no interceptions
Every beat is produced by Dilla, nigga—no exceptions
Rap is out of control, let me show you the deal
We put it together for those who appreciate the real
Now, if you don't know what to do, you need to follow instructions
You copping a beat? Then cut the check to Pay Jay Productions
Beat'll bang in your head 'til you fall in a concussion
Most producers be quietly biting Dilla—frontin'
You need to cut it out 'fore I gut it out, watch me shit on
Your little recipe, while the Dilla legacy live on
(Live on, live on)
*Commissioner*
The Bus-a-Bus
"The League crew"
"And now— now for our future presentation"
Yeah, we gon' straight into something
Real-real-real dynamic for hip-hop
2008 shit
In the name of the late great James Yancey AKA J Dilla
Dillagence
*Commissioner*
[Chorus: Phonte & Busta Rhymes]
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no (Dillagence, Dillagence)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Trust, you see, the love is so genuine
Mr. James Yancey was such a good friend of mine
J Dilla—he's still a good friend of mine
His beats'll send you to chiropractics, put a curve in your spine
Make you need a re-alignment, cause you to spazz out
Producers tryna compete, you niggas is ass-out
I usually dare niggas to go against me
He defied the laws of physics when it came to the MP'
See, I don't care how you other producers use it
He ain't never speak a lot, but he spoke volumes through the music
Jay D-I-double-L-A—remember the name
With them killer beats, and so venomous with the pen game
Like the thrill of me getting pussy, or bought my first gun
He'd been blessing every one of my albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here, there is no interceptions
Every beat is produced by Dilla, nigga—no exceptions
Rap is out of control, let me show you the deal
We put it together for those who appreciate the real
Now, if you don't know what to do, you need to follow instructions
You copping a beat? Then cut the check to Pay Jay Productions
Beat'll bang in your head 'til you fall in a concussion
Most producers be quietly biting Dilla—frontin'
You need to cut it out 'fore I gut it out, watch me shit on
Your little recipe, while the Dilla legacy live on
(Live on, live on)
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