paroles de chanson 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
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
Jay
Dee
flip
another
beat
for
me,
Jay
x4
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
extraordinary,
no
beats
were
recycled
But
on
your
worst
day
they
couldn't
mess
with
you
Cats
makin
G's
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
Ma
dukes
V.Rich
on
the
keys
My
main
my
DJ
Rasta
Root
on
the
beat,
on
the
cuts
Smokin
Needles,
[?],
salute
ATCQ
forever
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