J Dilla 2집 - The Shining (2006) by J Dilla (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Aiyyo... aiyyo!.. This shit is a FUCKIN emergency!
Evacuate, the FUCKIN premises, bitch!
There's a FUCKIN fire goin on here, aight?
J Dilla, that's the motherfuckin fire right there!
Evacuate the FUCKIN buildin before you get burned, bitch!!
Get the FUCK out the building!!
Busta Rhymes tells you what it is right now!
J Dilla, let's BARBEQUE these motherfuckers! YEAH!!

[J Dilla plays a beat that sounds like
"The Flight of the Bumblebees" with oohs and buzzes in background]

[Busta Rhymes:]
You don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
LOOK, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the FUCKIN GODFATHER DILLA, TRUST!!!

(feat. Common)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jayyyy Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me

[Common:]
Get up get up, and rock, and rock
The humm the humm and knock and knock
You out the atmosphere
This rap here something that I felt in the moment
Of truth, opponents in the booth
Inspired, is what I write, fire like 'roof'
They say that I'm as hot as the block is
I say that I'm as cold as the dark is
Moms sit in the cut
Tryin' to get my niggaz in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his +Chest+ like Cody +Nutt+
Smoking his cess, he blow it up
As if schemed out the window lobby
Similar sex, revolution and techs on the death
When niggaz shoot for extra loot and respect
Live and direct effect from the C-O
Double get your paper
We stay up out of trouble nigga

[J Dilla:]
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
Get get get, get, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
Get get up, get, get up, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
I get get, get up, get up yeah

[Common:]
Get up niggaz, get live ladies
Since the early 80's I rock the planet daily
Radio Rasheed this is how I do when I write things
The party for your right to fight scenes
Baby girl you as young as the nice seams on tight jeans
Should have been Kahlua or ice cream
My pipe dream's long as the fight scenes in The Matrix
Scorpio rising, sex fiend by nature
Try to control that shit so my soul don't get
Dirty for some girly, unworthy of the flowers
I admit that I got strange powers
Brain showers
Like the Eiffel, leaning thru life cycle
Hold the bible and a rifle
That they do me might go
Get me in the spotlight, turn the lights low
Make you wanna holler like tooti
I abuse the disciple
Beats, streets meets speaks mind, times and life yo
Get up

[J Dilla:]
There it is
Uh
It's like that
Yup, yeah know how we do it

(feat. Pharoahe Monch)

[Pharoahe Monch:]
(We must be in love)
(We must be in love)
(We must be in...)

It's soul music
Soully for ya soul music
For it matter how much we all soul music
From ya fitted to ya Nike soul music
It's cheese grits and filet a soul music
This soul music sound good don't it

I got a message that I might wanna share with you
To show you I'm hard at
It beats the president and his government
I voted for God
And I know some how some way we all can make it
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in)
Open your heart I'm sure you'll find a way to truly get this
To cure a man from all his disease and from all his sickness
One life one love one fight one struggle one blood
Hope you can feel it in your bones
And if you need it you can use it any time of day you want it you can choose it hey
In the morning in the evening
If you work a 9 to 5 then you leavin
You can stand on the train when you reading
(We must be in love)
Love music gospel to thug music
Some inspire the soul when they write some abuse it
I choose to choose what I choose when I choose it
Put love in the music cause

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in love)

Lord
I know somebody in here feel the love tonight
Please
If you can feel it in your soul and your spirit let me see one hands in the air
Now turn to the person to the right of you and you can tell them
You can tell them
You can say it

{We must be in love, we must be in love}

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it
(We must be in...)

(Feat. Madlib & Guilty Simpson)

[sample of "BABY! " repeats throughout the song]

[Intro: J Dilla]
Let's go!
Turn it up... live niggaz throw it up
It's the official, we got the bank for ya...
GO!

[Guilty Simpson:]
You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes
Packin a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh!
Thug shit in a major way
I kick ya dog's ass like a Flavor Flav
Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers
If you know better, keep ya bitch on tether
Niggaz got snow like cold cold weather
And big money clips cause they fold dough better

[J Dilla:]
Yeahhh! Packin three cuties in the Hemi
I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami
So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy
I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me
Got a sick flow and a couple of pistols
Got this thick chick Coco in 'Cisco
The same day I met her, we backstage in the bathroom
She got a mouth like a vacuum, uh!
We them boys with the chains on our neck
E'ry five minutes we untanglin them
It's Pay Jay make sure the name on the check
Jay Dee in the turnin lane with ya ex/X, like +Los Angeles+...

[Guilty Simpson:]
... and the nights are scandalous
Thick like big bread basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on bats
And put a hole through the horse on your Polo hat
And leave the shit smokin where the logo at
And the witnesses won't tell po-po jack, uh!
That's how it is when we fuck shit up
(Kill it!) People hoes horny and the blunts lit up
FEEL IT!

[J Dilla:]
Yup, real talk y'all
I met this girl last night, she whispered in my ear like
[singing]
Baby, you're the one...
Baby, take me home tonight
Baby, lay me doooown...
Baby, girl it's only right
Baby, you're the one...
Baby, you're the one for me
Baby, (yeaaah!)
You should be havin my baby (Turn it up!)
You should be havin my baby

[J Dilla:]
It's the official, [? ] make the wrist glow
Think it's a disco when I ran Bisco
If you feelin' it, where your Earl Flynn at?
Cut the check, Tim tell em where to send at
That you [? ] my man Phat, tell me where ya friends at
Kay moved to the valet where the Benz at
Let's be...

[Guilty Simpson:]
... out ridin high
Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock
They ain't invited unless they gon' drop
You do it how I like it and make it go pop
If all's agreed, we got weed
Skatin through the area movin at Mach speed
Makin moves is a must - why bother doin it
If what y'all doin ain't 'bout dollars?

[Madlib:]
All my... ("BABY! ") girls always lookin for me
My kids' moms always lookin for me
They lookin good for me
You what? - You gon' stick with her or me?
Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my ("BABY! ")
Always keepin me up on my toes
Unless I'm out creepin on do's or sleepin with hoes
Still my ("BABY!), cakes with cakes upon cakes
(Ay, where my money at?) Keep a nigga spendin papes

[Outro: J Dilla]
Turn it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by the name of Dave New York
Dave, we talkin 'bout, hip hop and radio
Dave, where you at with it?

[Dave New York:]
How do I feel about radio hip-hop?
I think it's wack, most of the shit they play is straight GARBAGE!...
[echoes]

(feat. Common & D'Angelo)

[Intro: D'Angelo]
Ohhh, ohhhh...
I wanna get closerrrrrr to you baby...
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...

[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You have come so far
You've got so far to go... (Yeah)
You have come so far
You've got so far to go...(Yeah)

OHHHHHHHHHHH-mm..

[Common:]
Let go, and let me live inside you
What your mouth don't say, baby your thighs do..
I want us to arrive to -
Gether, I love it when the weather
Is wet and sticky, some depict me
As being conscious, yeah I use my head
It was you that fed, my appetite for seduction
Bitin and cussin, makin love and uh! [*exhales*]
Touchin where no one has ever touched before
The heat, got you open like an oven door
Because of your innocence
Even more you'll remember this, hardcore gentleness..
Before you wasn't into this
On the ride, your freak became limitless...
Holdin on to the night and me tight
As we write on the walls...a story called 'Go'

[Chorus: w/ variations and echoes]

Ooooooooooh baby! (yeah, yeah)

[piano break that continues beautifully over Common's next verse]

[Common:]
I love it when we do it, you do it like you believe it
Able to give and receive it with openness
Emotions just spill
I'm givin you something that you can feel, it's hard to stay still..
Rubbin your desires up against mine
I feel you shakin, I'm thinkin that next time
My fingers on the hook of your neck..
Deep in your eyes is a look of respect
Soft wet brown sugar, mixed with cinnamon..
Said you learnin to trust men again
If this is love, made our self
Is made for you to feel empowered at the same time helpless
You dealt with a lot and your screams and moans
Somethin 'bout you go off that I see I'm home
For we don't have to think no more - it's synchronicity and raw
And this is what I came here for, uh

[Chorus x2]

[D'Angelo: repeats]
Go on...

[Chorus x4]

(feat. M.E.D. & Guilty Simpson)

[Guilty Simpson:]
Yeah
Guilty Simpson
My nigga Med
J Dilla
Raw Shit

Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[x2:]
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at cha man's
I'll smoke with cha

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[Med:]
I bang nothing but that, raw shit
Nigga bang on the wall piss
From the noise and the blunt saying
With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
For wondering how I stand still and still run this
Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy
In your speezy
Take shit like
Nigga you don't need these
Titles and mics
Homie you don't need these
My CD
Pack like 6 niggas in a Sea Breeze
I flow so sick and won't sneeze
[? ] with no cheese
Rap Gs
Rubberband one hand
I part your gold teeth
J Dilla my nigga
I call him OG
The street symphony
Epidemy
The underdog who grind hard for the victory
Get them weak rhymes out a my face
I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case
I'm back
Don't stop til my lungs collapse
Til then close your eyes
Nigga imagin that

(feat. Dwele)

Ahhh

Ohh!

Ahhh...

[Chorus:]
Find My Dime Piece Tonight
She Will Be By My Side
Signed On The Dotted
Cause Even Good Ones Turn Bad
And I Aint Bout To Get At (No Body)
I'll Find My Lady Tonight
She Will Be My Alibi
To Keep The Police Off Me But That Aint Right
But Im A Player Tonight

[Vamp:]
Useless For Me To See A Lady
Unless She Can Be My
A... N... G-E-L (L-L-L)

Ahhhh...

[Verse 1:]
This One Looks Nice To Try
I Like The Way She Fits My Eye
So Beautiful That Shes Divine
I Spotted You From Across The Room
And I Was Diggin Your Moves (Yeah)
You Looked At Me In A Way That Proved
That My Eyes Had Did
What I Wanted Them To Do
Come Feel My Love When I Move
On This Dancefloor With You
I Love Your Ways
Youve Got Me For Tonight Girl
So Dont Be Shy, Angel
I Do Believe Our Times Almost Up
For This Eyeing Game
Oh, You Came With Him
That Means My Time Is Growing Slim
Cause You Know Ive Got To Find (Find, Find)

[Chorus]

[Vamp]

[Verse 2:]
Cause You Know Ive Got To Find Someone As (Ooooh)
Fine As You To Be My (Oooh)
Dime To Last A Life Time
I Hope Imma Meet That Lady To Be
Im Fed Up With These No Romance Dances
And These Late Night Creeps
She Will Be
The Hottest One From This Picture
That Keeps My Mind On High
So Fly, Truely I...
Cant Leave The Scene
I Refuse To Leave This Place
Without My Queen
(Need You To Know That Means Ive Got To Find....)

[Chorus]

[Vamp]

For me, no..
One won't do it, two is not enough for me,no
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do..

{VERSE 1}
Now lets take it from tippedy
Hottest thang, went from Jacob to Tiffany's
Could of kept it real with this real nigga
Or kept your mouth closed maybe we could deal witcha
She gets two freaks, the wife and the boss
Had all 3 of 'em liking it raw
Pimp put on wait from fighting them off
In the mall, you see it and like it, it's yours
Thats a nice fit, you ain't gotta price, shit
I pays for it like the mics in The Source
We pack big bags out of SaKs 5th Ave
"Mister, put 'em in the back, where the fifth at"
I need space for all of my womens
In these days, the argue is limited
I replace the broad if she trippin'
It's deep game and all in the pimpin'!

Uh, you got one that's cool
Nowadays everybody got two
That'll do but, I need another one
Yeah, and another one

One won't do, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do..

{VERSE 2}
Lets see, I got one, got two, got..
Tell me do you got what I need
A fourth party that can run our team, you know
Keep 'em in line, 'cause one might need it
This here the guy that your hun might creep with
She might do some freak-nick shit on ya
I keeps to the beats and bonin' them
Whole body blingin' like 3-P-O, nigga
And when i pull that fucker out, it attracts the gold-diggers
With them big 'ol jelly, Smuckered out
Make Dill wanna tuck it in
But the truck got The 5th Element like Tucker's in it
All you hear is them custom 10-inches beatin'
Like 15's, ma can I fit in them jeans
You seem like a true team playa for real, love
<fuck> with cha boy J to the Dilla, yeah

You got one thats cool
Nowadays everybody got two
That'll do but, I need another one
Yep, I needs another one

One won't do, two is not enough for me, no
One...two is not enough for me, no
One won't do, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no
One won't do..