Dear Dilla (Reprise) Phife Dawg (Ft. Q-Tip)

[Intro: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what chorus you want me to do?
You, you said you want me to do a chorus
Which one? On which song?
Uh-huh, dear Dilla, bounce
Yeah, this a celebration, bounce
D-Town, throw it up (Celebration of life)
The NYC, throw it up (Yeah, Smokin' Needle)
The whole world, throw it up
Riddim Kidz
Peep game, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Hold tight, this ain't the last time I'll see you
Due time, that's my word, I'ma see you
Frontin'-ass rappers down here stealin' issue
Posin' like they hard when we know they all see through
I'ma tell you, Dilla, why they lackin' skills, pal
No stage presence, cadence, stylе
They livin' off of hooks, skinny jean crooks
Pre-K lyrics, boy, go on and rеad 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
Roots' Distortion to Static, you and Slum Fantastic
Thought I chopped 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 clique
What up though? We miss you, kid
Motor City say