| Should it be, can it be simple?
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| Life is like the tempo of a No I' instrumental
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| Things that we been through define who we are now
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| Since «Can I Borrow a Dollar?», ooh, I’m a star now
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| Comin from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
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| Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
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| The city on our back, we was the opening act
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| Throw our tapes in the crowd, they throw 'em right back
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| But we stayed on track, they stayed on the tracks
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| I stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
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| By then, No I' was my main guy
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| He and I was like Chi-Town's GangStarr
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| We had came far together, with (ALONGWAYTOGO)
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| Seein a bigger picture, but now from different angles
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| Tangle of the hustling, survival in the game
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| Felt I had to leave home to be a household name
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| Show money low, needin to stack fast
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| City did have my back, now it’s a backlash
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| Was I a slave to the cash and wantin it so bad?
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| I just became a dad, rap is all I had
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| So I moved to New York, to make it pop
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| Did «Like Water for Choc», that album changed a lot
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| But my man who I started with, wasn’t a part of it
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| And his presence, I didn’t even acknowledge it
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| Knew I was wrong, he shoulda at least had a song
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| It wouldn’t be me without No I.D., and Twilite Tone
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| Wishin' I could get that time back
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| Oh I can, yo man, rewind that
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| Me and Dion back in the zone, I’m doin shows with Tone
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| For the future of the Chi, we gon' bring it back home
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| Rewind that and we can do it again
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| No I.D., Twilite Tone, where the story begin
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| «Rewind that one time, please»
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| This one’s for my man J Dilla
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| As I say these words, my eyes fill up
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| Cause wasn’t none realer than James Dewitt Yancey
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| So I’ma dedicate this to Dilla and his family
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| In Q-Tip's basement, I first met Jay Dee
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| I still remember the first beat he played me
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| He came to the Chi late three that was crazy
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| Didn’t even know me and gave 'em to me for free
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| I go the the D, he show big love
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| Cook up some hot shit, then go to the strip club
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| Then we made «The Light"and times got brighter
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| I said «Turn it up!"Jay'll take it +Higher+
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| One day, I noticed he was tired quick
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| That’s when I found out, Jay Dee was real sick
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| Things got worse before they got better
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| I said, «Come to L.A. for peace and good weather»
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| We got an apartment just so we can spark it
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| MP in the front room, records in the closet
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| The beats got iller, but the sickness was still there
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| I’m wishin, I could will him out of his wheelchair
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| It was hard for me to come home every day
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| And see my homie Jay’s life fade away
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| I stayed away some times, in other words I ran
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| 'Til one day J brought me this TV stand
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| It was a gift so I couldn’t refuse it
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| It came from his heart, I regret I didn’t use it
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| The lupus got worse and, for what it’s worth
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| I wanted him to have a Grammy before he left this earth
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| Wishin we could have that time back
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| Oh we can, yo man, rewind that
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| You never gone, you live forever through song
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| I feel it when I see 'em with them Dilla shirts on
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| I know you still +Shining+, from heaven you watch me
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| Watch me put this Grammy on the stand you got me
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| «That's an um.infinite. |
| an infinite um. |
| team right there
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| Man Jay Dee, I’d work with him whenever I can
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| Cause he’s like, constantly progresssing and growing
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| He’s one of the greatest producers. |
| yo, greatest musicians of our time
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| F’real, I really know that. |
| (Aight!) Yeaaaah… yeah, yeah
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| Like I used to be able to wake up in the morning and hear J Dilla beats…
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| being made
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| Y’know I mean. |
| really, used to walk by me like. |
| damn, I’m blessed
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| Like I really felt that, like during the time where he was making it match
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| Like, I don’t look back and say I was blessed, I know I was blessed during that
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| time
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| I look and say. |
| 'Man! |
| I’m gettin to see Jay make them beats. |
| everyday!'
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| Y’know…»
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| «Common, okay for me it’s definitely not a common out
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| But… it’s Common» |