Dear Dilla

[Phife] Dilla dawg, I had a dream about you fam Its 2005, we in the same hospital room You on one side, I'm on the other I'm stressed out, but what gave motivation was you pullin' out that MP And bangin out some bangers as usual Nothin' ever phased you fam, and for that, I miss you D-Town throw it up NYC throw it up The whole world throw it up BK [Verse 1: Phife] Hold tight, this ain't the last time I see you Due time, that's my word imma see you Frontin ass rappers now here stealin' intros Posin like they hard when we know they all see through Imma tell you Dilla why they lackin skills now No stage presence, cadence, style They livin off of hooks, skinny jean crooks Pre-K lyrics, Why would i need a book? I Reminisce reminisce, when Mobb dropped shook Shan was down by law, such a good look Nas God's Son his return was Stillmatic Distortion To Static, You and Slum Fantastic Thought I'd chop you out son see how you're doin Come back to earth homie, hip hop is in ruins I'm a third of the Tribe but Imma speak for the click What up though, we miss you kid Motor city say [Hook: Q-Tip] Jay Dee flip another beat for me, Jay x4 [Verse 2: Phife] Yo yo Beatwise, you still that cat which most shit be measured I'm that MC known to share his displeasure With the route the game was taking, how mundane things have gotten You know music on a whole, nevermind just hip hoppin I'm in the club 3 hours and change DJ spinnin Top 40, we be hearin all day Some MCs are catalog, and yeah they stay paid But why pay over one buck, when they lip synchin on stage? King of pop, Barry White, rollin over in they grave Jones Girls, Emotions singin Back in our Day Dilla dude still crackin', they wish to be like you Producer extraordinaires, knowing their beats be recycled But on your worst day they couldn't mess with you Cats makin Ts in remembrance of you Least they could do is give your fam a dime or two This man gave his heart, this what the fuck y'all do? But yo don't stress my you, word bond we got you Tell Baatin I said whats up, word he right next to you? So NYC to the D with heavy hearts we miss you Word God wish you were here, so until we meet again just Hook [Outro: Phife] Ma dukes V.Rich on the keys My main my DJ Rasta Root on the beat, on the cuts Smokin Needles, [?], salute ATCQ forever