DrugDilla

[Dilla] I take a knife to the rotten apple, shit is a hassle Princess in the coupe, I keep the hooker in the castle Life is like a battle, lotta shit to grapple with Thas why I keep a fuckin’ bottom like a apple chick Apple dutches, Lamborghini power clutches Hard to keep it under 90 whenever he touch it Suit and tie on, prolly made the honor roll Black and white Adidas feet be lookin’ like Dimaggio Dilla got em bumpin’ from Brooklyn to California And Mecca and to Medina, Manhattan back to the barrio Fuckin’ up my cardio Feelin’ like I’m Marley yo Unless we talkin Diddy tell em fuck an impresario Took a while for Dilla to scrip songs Made a transition boi went Gorilla to King Kong Now I pound my gorilla chest Swing from the tower top Bullets to the dome can never make the fuckin power stop [Hook] We on award tour Feel the winter in the city that’s a cold war Crusin’ into California in my four door Fuck it if I swerve in my beamer Ima go ahead and pour more We on award tour Feel the winter in the city that’s a cold war Crusin’ into California in my four door Fuck it if I swerve in my beamer. Bitch [Dilla] It’s un fuckin’ believable Tints is Don Cheadable Riding like a cheetah do Used to ride the range, chickens cluckin when I freed the coupe Dropped another fifty just to free the roof Leanin’ off shots and you can feel the proof And as I swerved being followed by that black town Turn the music up the flashing lights is in my background “I’m ridin’ clean what’s the issue?” That cop in upper Harlem is a pilgrim with a pistol That’s just that uptown, new scene, back to the lower east Little bit of rap and then some Nuyorican poetry Badu, Floetry, lil bit of Jodeci Keep me on the humble as I’m sweepin through the city streets But you was never in my same class Knuckles made of brass that’ll break glass, bricks, and the concrete But still me, far as y’all can hear I got the whip murdered out like 50 did to Ja’s career [Hook] [Dilla] I took the Q down to BK 2 words when I pass under that freeway Shit is hot, gotta hit me with that replay Never had a deal, 100 milly or a threeway Premier dropped not a feature on that mixtape Man I tried explaining to these rappers dawg I been great I’m prolly ahead of my time I tell em if the mind fit the crime, I’m a mass murder killa It’s that straight jacket Dilla Straight back from Manilla Cold as fuck in the city Fly south for the winter Palms itchin from the mofuckin splinters on that wood grain White hoodie rappin’ in the chambers of the Wu Tang You ain’t a rapper less you blunt a cigarillo Rock a hunda chainz drop a verse about Carmelo What I gotta say I’m a different type of fellow What I gotta say, dawg I’m ballin keep it mellow