Detroit Madness J Dilla (Ft. 1st Down)

Yeah, ah, Dilla, Ronnie Euro, Rebirth
Damn this shit sound good

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]
Now through the shattered dreams
And the battle things, elaborate schemes
That’s where tragedy intervenes
It had to be a spleen, where that rusty bullet laid at
Somebody came through with the k, and they blazed that
Packs of the elephant, mackin' Mt. Elliott
Stacked 'cause I’m sellin' shit
Bumpin' Big Proof, and that Dilla shit
Think about bumpin' Big Proof, and that Dilla shit
Think about bumpin' Big Proof, and that Dilla shit
Think about breedin', bow my head to Flint
I represent the blades, the wipeouts
The days with the lights out and gas off
I’m the people's champ, y’all still rapping that ass off
You are the rebirth sound, and the cat's heart
Will always be 1st Down
Damn I’m missin' him, comin' from your real home boys
So I know that you're listenin'
Look in your mama eyes
Now I know what the mission is
Ma Dukes anointed the queen now
Got her a team now
She walk, we join hands, the whole damn team bow
It’s in the hands of real dudes that pay real dues
All she do is make the call and we'll move
On anybody delinquent, misusin' the legacy
Not payin' a treasury, I’ma be an accessory
It’s Ronnie Euro, the legend
Paint the mural, Money Truck's the label
RIP to …? yeah
RIP to ...?