
The Mission Jaylib
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[Intro: scratched samples]
[Apani B] "The mission I'm on to educate and elevate"
[J-Treds] "That's why I don't stress!"
[Big L] "Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more"
[Lil Fame] "You thinkin' it's all good"
[Big L] "Niggas can't live no more, and—"
[Lil Fame] "Fool, what you want?!"
[Big L] "I'm straight—"
[Lil Fame] "Yeah!"
[Verse 1: J Dilla]
Madlib, turn the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
You won't need your heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
In a big-ass block of the bitch-ass niggas
Who wan' hate, 'cause they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth, then that's just it
They sick 'cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
We all that, can we get them balls back?
I keeps it simple, as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin' to cop the Maker's and hop up
In the latest whips, caked, rockin' gators
It's P-I', D-I' and 'L-I-B
Better know what the hell I brings, it's fire
[Apani B] "The mission I'm on to educate and elevate"
[J-Treds] "That's why I don't stress!"
[Big L] "Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more"
[Lil Fame] "You thinkin' it's all good"
[Big L] "Niggas can't live no more, and—"
[Lil Fame] "Fool, what you want?!"
[Big L] "I'm straight—"
[Lil Fame] "Yeah!"
[Verse 1: J Dilla]
Madlib, turn the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
You won't need your heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
In a big-ass block of the bitch-ass niggas
Who wan' hate, 'cause they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth, then that's just it
They sick 'cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
We all that, can we get them balls back?
I keeps it simple, as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin' to cop the Maker's and hop up
In the latest whips, caked, rockin' gators
It's P-I', D-I' and 'L-I-B
Better know what the hell I brings, it's fire
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