Homage to Dilla Focus… (Ft. Frank Nitt, Illa J & Slum Village)

{"Sound, without focus... is just.. noise"}

[Frank Nitt]
Dilla...Slum Villa...
Focus... boy Nitty..
It's real special right now...
Feel good, don't it?
Feel like I just wanna...
Talk to my homeboy...
He ain't here right now, but he here right now (...feel me?)

Aiyyo waddup, my nigga? It's ya boy Furda
I'm workin hard, I'm givin 'em bloody murda
Keepin the dream alive, y'know just how we talked about it
We smoke hella blunts, know the vision never clouded
Seems like I'm out with Illa every other week
Swear to God, you'd be there when he rappin over beats
Niggas, we tryna get it, the legacy won't fall
That's why I started up the label and put out The Concert Hall
Done by me and RJ, Uncle Craig is nasty
On the keys and I got the B'z in ashtray
And y'know we still smoke that la to the lah
And I still know you watchin, so a nigga blowin high
And me and Dank fly, away and we play the..
Songs that we made up, you keep ya niggas paid up
It's Scrap's phone ringin, I heard they lookin for me
Cause I continue to give the people what Dilla taught me
And that's real spit, and I'mma end it there (yeah, yeah...)
Frank Nitt, signin off and I'm outta here
Outta here