Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix
Y'all know what it is, villain
Dilla, Dilla still the best, ahem
One two, one two, one two

They scared of this track
Like a terrorist attack
Prepare to get back when
He's wearing just black
Get a dog, they soft like a peach
Rhymes like sand on beach, off the leash
Screech
Deep wells, spells "Saved By The Bell, " L
Well behaved, and gave 'em hell
Walked on gilded splinters in a
Handstand stalked the krill-lit winters
Coldest ever, midnight
Break day like loaves of bread
Cleverly way overhead
Nicest beat maker east of the equator
From the greater good
Your hood to deep theta
Take a leap of faith and
Scrape a heap of eighth
Face all chafe, have the whole place strafe
Toodle-loo, use your noodle or it'll use you
Two for two
Know the wild dude when you cruising through
Later than the last 48 post traumatic
Stress in a post-hypnotic state
Got it? Great these things is not toys
Only to be handled be kings who's got poise
Not boys, you hear me, twerps?
Story rings nearly like the
McClaury's versus the Earps
Hey, you want to stay in your genre?
Then protest the villain them
Rendition of "La Bamba"
Emcees speaking, they in need of some jojoba
All this up in here malik yoba, pro bruh
Attack the track like a lumberjack quick
Chop it down to size fire wood is drumstix

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JAMES DEWITT YANCEY