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