Whatup Dilla The Ill Spoken

[Intro: Beedie, DJ Rated R & Phat Kat]
Ya heard?
Yo, uh-huh (Yo), yo, yo
Rest in peace, J Dilla (Yo; This is dedicated to all)
Word up, can we get J Dilla?
Rest in peace, J Dilla (The fake suckers)
Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (Uh-huh)
Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (R.I.P.; Sucker MCs gotta go)
How High: The Mixtape (The other suckers gotta go)
Rated R and Diggz, Ill Spoken (Check it)

[Verse 1: Beedie]
What up, Dilla? Hope you rest in peace
You still speakin' for ya beats when you bless the streets (Uh)
Real talk, put your tape on and press repeat
So let me kick back, relax and rest my feet
And we can chill, true MCs, they speak it real
A lot of fake cats make tracks and break a deal (Pssh)
We ain't on no fakin'-ass bullshit
Fools gettin' pulled since expulsion but makin' that skrill'
So what the deal? Who this kid that's bussin'?
My name is Beedie, let me give you all the introduction
The Ill Spoken comin' through for the ill discussion
It's somethin' runnin' through my veins, I can feel it rushin' (Uh-huh)
Thought it was over but it really wasn't, because we comin'
Ain't no one try to ruin our moves until we done it
You act bogus, I focus on gettin' cream
Grind harder than ya teeth on methamphetamines, what I mean?
You cats couldn't rumble with the team
'Cause you couldn't count your numbers, pull you under when you scream
Real things: you fiends that gon' touch my cash or puff my grass
Blunts mixed with butts and hash
Never did well in school, but I love my math
Count my stacks every night before I hit the mattress (Yeah)
Gettin' cash, shit is systematic
But don't get mad if ya shit get splatted, believe me