Dear Dilla Phife Dawg (Ft. Q-Tip)

[Interlude: Phife]
Dilla dawg, I had a dream about you fam
It's 2005, we in the same hospital room
You on one side, I'm on the other
I'm stressed out, but what gave motivation was you pullin' out that MP
And bangin' out some bangers as usual
Nothin' ever phased you fam, and for that, I miss you

[Intro]
D-Town, throw it up
NYC, throw it up
The whole world, throw it up
BK

[Verse 1: Phife]
Hold tight, this ain't the last time I see you
Due time, that's my word, I'ma see you
Frontin' ass rappers now here stealin' intros
Posin' like they hard when we know they all see through
I'ma tell you, Dilla, why they lackin' skills now
No stage presence, cadence, style
They livin' off of hooks, skinny jean crooks
Pre-K lyrics, why would I need a book?
I reminisce, reminisce, when Mobb dropped shook
Shan was down by law, such a good look
Nas' God's Son, his return was Stillmatic
Distortion to Static, you and Slum Fantastic
Thought I'd chop you out, son, see how you're doin'
Come back to earth, homie, hip hop is in ruins
I'm a third of the Tribe but I'ma speak for the click
What up though, we miss you, kid
Motor City say