
Date of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: Yancey Media Group
Song language: English
Dillatroit |
Y’all wanna bite and sample him |
Screaming, «I got tracks by Dilla» (Nigga) |
Nigga, Charles Hamilton |
Lying for the camera, damage you, Jeru |
Beat a nigga red 'til he think he Blood or Piru |
On the internet like you know Ma Dukes |
Well Ma Dukes’ll probably puke at the site of you |
Motown rebirthed a monster, no baby food |
Still a nigga throw fits like babies do |
Boost my heart, this is for the Yancey team |
I wrote these words like James Yancey theme |
(Give 'em horror Sup!) |
Retribution, reverts behind a true score |
(Scream!) Nigga, this Dilla music |
Somehow the drum and hi-hat makes me abuse it |
For Jay Dee I’m a soldier, every sound’s a movement |
General selector, army platoon shit |
Welcome to Detroit, welcome back to the unit |
Jay Dee said get 'em, nigga you getting bullwhipped |
Set yourself to fall in love, nigga get poolsticked |
Rest of your sins baptized in the pulpit |
Dilla donuts get worldwide spins |
Hundred percent Jay Dee, no Dilla pretend |
Try to duplicate the trend, hope that Jay Dee’ll send |
All you Dilla stealing niggas, here’s Jay Dee’s revenge |
If you could make music for the world, who would you be? |
How would it sound? |
How would it feel? |
Would it make you think of Motown and the heart that pound |
The beat in the street, Dillatroit this is 313 |
Rebirth motown, reassemble, recharge, recorded, relit, rekindled |
I’m known to see different, you glow and we glisten |
Breathe the scent and represent |
Get choked for remixing, ego, we divided |
I just washed the seam to the skull he provided |
It’s all in the news, you can go read about it |
The more people hear Jay, the more he deposit |
Hey Jay, they trying to eat off your name |
Doing new things and it ain’t even the same |
The king with a board, they trying to figure you out |
Start with a dream and then you invent a new route |
Uh, it’s powerful how it came together |
Hit record in the zone and it stay forever |
Timeless, I see it day and night |
Everybody leave, then they coming back trying to make it right |
Ecstasy and pain, ultra hard, dramatical |
We bogart a attitude, old scars get tatted too |
Come from the Hart Plaza, murder car capital |
Broken dream boulevard, heard it all avenue |
A new beginning, focused on the dime in the year |
It’s no ending, things never seemed so clear |
I take a second reflecting on the way stuff was |
Was it hate, or was they giving me tough love |
I don’t know, still it made me who I am |
Now I’m back, ready to pursue my plan |
And now I’m back, ready to renew my stance |
And like that, a nigga feeling new again, uh |
Yeah and I’m right back on it |
I’m living the dream with some nightmare moments, uh |
But everybody has a story in the skyscraper of a building called glory |
What’s yours? |
My music allows me to touch yours |
Get called out for encores |
Tell me, should I wan’t more? |
Of course I should, that’s what I’m so charged for |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Gazzillion Ear ft. J Dilla | 2009 |
Workinonit | 2006 |
Baby ft. Guilty Simpson, Madlib | 2016 |
Stop | 2006 |
Two Can Win | 2006 |
The New | 2006 |
So Far to Go ft. Common, D'Angelo | 2006 |
The Diff'rence | 2006 |
Last Donut of the Night | 2006 |
Mash | 2006 |
Won't Do | 2016 |
Glazed | 2006 |
Lightworks | 2006 |
Think Twice ft. J Dilla | 2021 |
Anti-American Graffiti | 2006 |
Geek Down | 2006 |
Y_ ft. J Dilla | 1994 |
U-Love | 2006 |
The Twister (Huh, What) | 2006 |
Walkinonit | 2006 |