[Intro: Black Thought]
Saved message, today at 5:47 PM
You know, my man Jay Dee was a true hip hop artist
I can't explain the influence that his mind and ear have had on my band, myself, and the careers of so many other artists
The most humble, modest, worthy, and gifted beatmaker I've known
And definitely the best producer on the mic
Never without that signature smile and head bouncin' to the beat
Jay Dee had a passion for life and music, and will never be forgotten
He's a brother that was loved by me, and I love what he's done for us
And although I'm happy he's no longer in the pain that he had been recently feeling, I'm crushed by the pain of his absence
The name's Dilla Dog and I can only rep the real and raw
My man Dilla, rest in peace
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Last of the red hot hip-hop lovin' emcees
That came up on grits and government cheese
The only thing I ever really loved in my life was a mic, some of my niggas fell in love with MPs
Come on, work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys
I'm trying to get a piece of this government green
And smack 'em in the melon with another LP
Come on, help a couple people in the struggle get free
We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock
And it's hard, 'cause opportunity be scared to knock
And more people in the hood found dead from cops
Than guns that dropped and sprayed off random shots
But what you know good, people say they in the hood for good
You ain't a prisoner, the world got more to it
Sky's the limit, it don't take but a minute
Don't fear for your people, nigga, my hood your hood
Yeah
We did it
Saved message, today at 5:47 PM
You know, my man Jay Dee was a true hip hop artist
I can't explain the influence that his mind and ear have had on my band, myself, and the careers of so many other artists
The most humble, modest, worthy, and gifted beatmaker I've known
And definitely the best producer on the mic
Never without that signature smile and head bouncin' to the beat
Jay Dee had a passion for life and music, and will never be forgotten
He's a brother that was loved by me, and I love what he's done for us
And although I'm happy he's no longer in the pain that he had been recently feeling, I'm crushed by the pain of his absence
The name's Dilla Dog and I can only rep the real and raw
My man Dilla, rest in peace
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Last of the red hot hip-hop lovin' emcees
That came up on grits and government cheese
The only thing I ever really loved in my life was a mic, some of my niggas fell in love with MPs
Come on, work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys
I'm trying to get a piece of this government green
And smack 'em in the melon with another LP
Come on, help a couple people in the struggle get free
We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock
And it's hard, 'cause opportunity be scared to knock
And more people in the hood found dead from cops
Than guns that dropped and sprayed off random shots
But what you know good, people say they in the hood for good
You ain't a prisoner, the world got more to it
Sky's the limit, it don't take but a minute
Don't fear for your people, nigga, my hood your hood
Yeah
We did it
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