Come Get It J Dilla (Ft. ​eLZhi)

[Intro: J Dilla]
Uh
Elzhi, J Dilla rock on

[Verse 1: Elzhi]
Yo, I heard you was lookin' for me
Well it's sorta like you lookin' to be in the wrong place
With your arms waving getting took for ya things
That ice emblem, ya Benjamin and ya Timberland
My raps finish 'em like strokes to black citizens
Attack ya women friend
Pull her hair 'til it's straight like she half Indian
Collapse many men doing laps around meridian
Aim for ya chest like I'm a titty man
With a fetish for feelin' him, wit' a iron fist that lift like helium
What y'all niggas want shock therapy? Ya pop barely and fold up
You never blow up no, you full of hot air to me
Another rapper claimin' he hot
But couldn't be if he was Damien's pop that was once an angel from God
Get my jock out ya mouth, now that I'm hot
Can't believe niggas a stoop so low 'til they limbo with the cock
Well I'm, tryna get over like a Alche to sober nights
Y'all niggas ain't spittin y'all just soakin' mic, getting hot headed
But my shoulders ice that's why I catch the cold eye
That's why you catchin' holes, guy, inside your four-door ride
I let four more slide from out the barrel
Then my niggas speed to punch you in your back
To knock you out, apparel