Dilla Dilla, if you knew how they'd imitate and never look to innovate, but always wanna demonstrate what would you say, would it be the same Turn it up big puff out the trucks, let the speakers bang i don't know, i'm kinda drowning in the flow overflooded built an arc like noah, let's go i'm flying through the sea, and every move is me built for a future, suiture it up to a T rides are never free, but if they are i spot it, got it? industry fools fakin business like a bottle rocket not enough boom to even make it down the block they mine as well kick rocks or watch the clock, tick tock that's time better spent, these rhymes could benefit 99 percent, chaunces chompin on the bit mastery rhythm mapped out mathematically in him and if you're rapidly livin youll get caught drastically slippin up But here i stand with a hand (and give to you) understandin what i can as i plan (oohh baby baby) Unless you step to own it, better bite that bottom lip this ones for the donuts, underground, too legit so get off our click, get off our shit, been off our lips now get off our tip im tire of the game, (shame) im tired of the fame (lames) im tired of these fakes trying to make a fucking name for nothing and i aint hating im crushin its a brand new era, yet that same old production snapback furious, straight chase delirious aint faked, it's serious, and still a mysterious flow, yeah i know, but you gotta phillmeeh though there's a reason for the these lyrics and why i write em so passionate, never passin it, im past havin it suckers get so abstinent, they cum when they grabbin it but barely even brushed it, leavin so incrusted man i'm so disgusted how people tend to fuck shit up understandin what i can as i plan (and give to you) thats the plan to learn until i understand (oohh baby baby) You spitting wackness, of course I'm not i build it from the core its hot then pours fire breathin watch it burn the spot, each i with a perfect dot preferred to drop but hurts to stop never ever gonna, clever setter, better call it swish 3 point line I'm off the dish with the, flick of a wrist no flick of a bic he's on fire, burnin the spit Like NBA to the Jam, the pen to my hand and if you don't understand, you better check the game plan that same bland repititious spitttin aint vicious it isn't so i flip it with a different rhythm and vision to twist it Limes, these lines define future travel get us through the grind so, we aint even gotta battle damnit, damned in it, damn building a fit caught me framing the hit, while im spittin and shit thats the plan to learn until i understand (and give to you) Giving what I can build the plan with my hands (oohh baby baby) But here i stand with a hand, understand understandin what i can as i plan thats the plan to learn until i understand Giving what I can build the plan with my hands