[Dilla]

We comin live from the jungle where no trees grow

Where men'll take your dreams, go and smash em like casinos
Beat that's soundin Primo, gorillas rockin' Nigo
Got an army to recruit with my raps.

They call me Dilla but my pops from a different slum village
With the rust ceiling
Breakfast on the plate no eggs with chedder grillin on the skillet

Will it, taste a little sweeter with swine?
A bottle in the cellar gettin' sweeter with time
As I let the paint drip up on the highway

Park the white walls sittin sideways
Women in my driveway.
Rap name sounding like a phantom on the roll call,

%#@! that I was whippin made yo %#@! look like a go kart,
We go far with no god. So
It's only, idols and artifacts,

Art of rap got you thinking how the hell he author that
But this ain't god given, it's god spittin
So my vision is similar to bible if it's Nas writen.


$#&@. Yo I forgot that last %#@!. It's that, It's that line yo, it's where I go about how I got, Che Guevara gats but also John Lennon glasses and light skinned women with some Puerto Rican $$#es.
Ask me do I get it?

I get it I'm Gotti
I prolly look a lil' iller if I tatted my body
But love my mocha choca skin tone

Kinda lookin red bone
Make em wanna spit that Chuckie D up on the megaphone.


[Hook]

I wanna know who wanna tango?

Wanna kill the clones then you gotta kill the Jango
Goin Django on your plantations
Mind racin like a bullet.

Guru in the dojo with katanas and a full clip
So this is my millennium
Intel is Oracle your Intel is Pentium at best

Rest tellin me slow down, be well
Hit the blunt and pass my eyes spinnin like a Spreewell.
New knickerbocker knock knockin at the Casablanca

Switching in the Caddy pimpin' seeing who be leaning proper
Coppin the slang from the popular names
Doesn't mean they gon give you daps

Who done gone and told you that
I'm Oswald and the game is John Kennedy
Lames chantin they name trying to out Lennon me

I'm like, mo$#&@a you outta your damn mind
In the chair with the needle you outta your damn time.