Can't Stop This

[Intro] {"Saved Message. Today at 5.47 PM"} "My man, JD, was a true hip hop artist ... I can't explain the influence that His mind and ear have had on my band Myself and the careers of so many other Artists. The most humble, modest, worthy And gifted beatmaker I've known. And Definitely the best producer on the mic Never without that signature smile and head Bouncin' to the beat. JD had a passion for Life and music, and will never be forgotten He's a brother that was loved by me, and I Love what he's done for us. And though I'm Happy he's no longer in the pain he'd been Recently feelin', I'm crushed by the pain of His absence. Name's Dilla Dog and I can only Rep the real and raw. My man, Dilla, rest in Peace." {*moans*} {"Ooh, but baby youuuu..."} {"Who is it ... is it?}" {"There comes a time...."} [*Samples repeated throughout the track*] [Verse 1] Last of the red hot hip-hop lovin' emcees That came up on grits and government cheese The only thing I ever really loved in my life, was a mic Some of my niggas fell in love with MPs, come on Work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys I'm tryin'a get a piece of this government green And smack 'em in the melon with another LP C'mon, help a couple people in the struggle get free We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock And it's hard, cause opportunity be scared to knock And mo' people in the 'hood found dead from cops Than guns that drop, that sprayed off random shots But whatcha know good, people say they in the hood fo' good You ain't a prisoner, the world got mo' to it Sky's the limit, it don't take but a minute Don't fear for your people, nigga, my hood yo hood {*echoes*} Yeah....We did it.... [Hook] I know in these tryin' times it feels confusin' That's why I can't tell y'all to dance to the music Unless, we face it first and try not to lose it Even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This (stop this) [Verse 2] Can't Stop This, I want my peoples to rock this Bang this music in your speakers and boxes Langston Hughes is about as a deep as my thoughts is Sit back and I'mma paint you a portrait Disgust can make you think that you've lost it This shit can have you exhausted Just, picture the planet and imagine it's yours, kid Don't ever let nobody knock you outta your orbit I never seen a bridge we couldn't shuffle across it We got a lotta people livin' a life, that's pure trivia Real hip hop, and they tryin'a get rid of ya Can't have that, because here come, the city of Philly Put an end to all the trivia really Where I'm walkin' everybody ain't pretty or friendly It's work, my whole life they ain't give me a penny Comin' up between a rock and a hard, watchin' for God People hip hopping with no option at all Yo ... it's how it's goin' down... [Hook] [Verse 3] We ripping hearts to pieces parts of raps a special sound The robe's long enough to be considered a gown Thought's brim is sharp enough to be considered a crown When the plate come, take some, pass it around It's the last of the hip hop lovin' emcees In front of an audience that never been pleased I'm comin' from all the streets that never been cleaned And speakin' for any face that never been seen This debonair style of my words is high-calibre Speakin' my mind for every day that's on the calendar Cause I done been quiet, about as long as I can handle it Walked a mile in these boots that I'm standin' in Mellow soul brother with his lyrical dean on The stages I'm seen on, mic I fiend on When a song full of soul, that's when it mean more I never hesitate to give a shoulder to lean on, yo ... Check it out, man [Hook] {*A series of people pay tribute to J Dilla to fade*}