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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phife Dawg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik I. Taylor
Songwriter
Kamaal Ibn John Fareed
Songwriter
Dion Liverpool
Songwriter
Demontrious Lawrence
Songwriter
Vincent Richardson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Dilla dawg, had a dream about you, fam
It's 2005
We in the same hospital room
You on one side, I'm on the other
I'm stressed out
But, what gave me motivation is you pullin' out that MP
And bangin' out some bangers as usual
Nothin' ever phased you fam, and for that (let's go) I miss you
Uh, dear Dilla (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (uh)
D-Town, throw it up (turn it up)
NYC, throw it up (yeah, yeah)
The whole world, throw it up
BK, uh
Hold tight, this ain't the last time I see you (uh)
Due time, that's my word, I'ma see you (turn it up)
Frontin' ass rappers now here stealin' intros
Posin' like they hard (go!), when we know they all (uh) see through
I'ma tell you, Dilla, why they lackin' skills now (uh)
No stage presence, cadence, style (uh)
They livin' (Jay Dee) off of hooks (yep), skinny jean crooks (uh)
Pre-K lyrics, why would I need a book?
I reminisce, reminisce when Mobb dropped shook (uh)
Shan was down by law (uh), such a good look (go!)
Nas, God's Son and his return was Stillmatic
Distortion to Static (turn it up another notch), you and Slum Fantastic (uh)
Thought I'd chop you out, son, see how you're doin' (uh)
Come back to earth, homie, hip hop is in ruins (it's the official)
I'm a third of the Tribe but, I'ma speak for the clique
What up though, we miss you (live niggas, throw it up), kid, Motor City say
Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay (hey-hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Yeah, yeah) Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay (turn it up)
(Yeah, yeah) Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay
(Yeah, yeah) Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay
(Uh) Yeah, yeah, beat-wise (let's go), you still that cat which most shit be measured (uh)
I'm that MC known to share his displeasure (real talk y'all)
With the route the game is taking, how mundane things have gotten
You know, music on a whole? Never mind just hip-hoppin' (uh)
I'm in the club, three hours and change (uh)
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 syncin' on stage? (uh)
King of pop, Barry White, rollin' over in they grave (uh)
Jones Girls, Emotions singin' back in our day (this the official)
Dilla dude still crackin', they wish to be like you
Producer extraordinaires (yeah, yeah), knowing their beats be recycled (uh)
But on your worst day, they couldn't mess with you (uh)
Cats makin' Ts in remembrance of you (we got that banks)
Least they could do is give your fam a dime or two
This man gave his heart (go!), this what the fuck y'all do? (uh)
But yo, don't stress, mind you, word bond, we got you
Tell Baatin I said what up, word, he right next to you? (Yeah)
So, NYC to the D, with heavy hearts we miss you
Word, God, wish you were here, so until we meet again just
(Jay) flip another beat for me, Jay
(Yeah, yeah) Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay (want you right here in the world)
(Yeah, yeah) Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay (take my chances be-)
(Yeah, yeah) Jay Dee, flip another beat for me, Jay (players)
Uh, yeah (Dilla, Dilla)
Yeah (Dewitt, 'cause you know how we do)
(Turn it up another notch)
(Dilla, b-bounce in your whip) Uh
Yeah, you know
Ma dukes (uh)
V. Rich on the keys
My main man, DJ Rasta Roots (uh) on the beat (hold tight), on the cuts
Smokin Needles, Riddim Kids, salute
ATCQ forever...
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor, Dion Liverpool, Vincent Bernard Richardson, Demonterious Remon Lawrence
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