Q-Tip, Phife Dawg - Dear Dilla (Reprise) lyrics

Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what chorus you want me to do?
You, you said you want me to do a chorus
Which one? On which song?
Uh-huh, dear Dilla, bounce
Yeah, this a celebration, bounce
D-Town, throw it up
(Celebration of life)
The NYC, throw it up
(Yeah, Smokin' Needle)
The whole world, throw it up
Riddim Kidz
Peep game, yeah, yeah

Hold tight, this ain't the last time
I'll see you
Due time, that's my word
I'ma see you
Frontin'-ass rappers down
Here stealin' issue
Posin' like they hard


When we know they all see through
I'ma tell you, Dilla, why
They lackin' skills
Pal
No stage presence, cadence, stylе
They livin' off of hooks, skinny jean crooks
Pre-K lyrics, boy, go on and rеad 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
Roots' Distortion to Static
You and Slum Fantastic
Thought I chopped 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 I'ma speak for the clique
What up though?
We miss you, kid
Motor City say

Dear Dilla!
It's not a day that goes by that
I don't think 'bout you
Dear Dilla!
I keep my head to the sky 'cause
I know Phife's there too
Dear Dilla!
And when I get there, God willing
Your music will move outer space
Dear Dilla!
And y'all both left a mark
'cause no one takes your place

Yo, yo, beat wise
You still that cat which
Most should be measured
I'm that MC known to share his displeasure
With the route the game has taken
How mundane things have gotten
You know, music on a whole
Never mind just hip-hoppin'
I'm in the club, three hours and change
DJ spinnin' top forty
Tracks we be hearin' all day
Some MCs with catalog, and yeah
They stay paid
But why pay over one buck
When they lip syncin' on stage?
King of pop, Barry White
Rollin' over in the grave
Jones Girls, Emotions singin'
"Girl, back in our day"
Dilla dude still bitin'
They wish to be like you
Producer extraordinaires knowing
Them beats be recycled
But on your worst day
They couldn't mess with you
Cats makin' Ts in remembrance of you
Least they could do is give
Your fam a dime or two
This man gave his heart
This what the 'uck y'all do?
But yo, don't stress my yout
Word bond, we got you
Tell Baatin I said, "What up?"
Word, he right next to you?
From NYC to the D
With heavy hearts, we miss you
Word God, wish you were here
So until we meet again just

Dear Dilla!
It's not a day that goes by that
I don't think 'bout you
Dear Dilla!
I keep my head to the sky 'cause
I know Phife's there too
Dear Dilla!
And when I get there, God willing
Your music will move outer space
Dear Dilla!
And y'all both left a mark
'cause no one takes your place
Dear Dilla!

I'ma tell you, Dilla
D-Town, throw it up
Ya dun know
Ma Dukes
V. Rich on the keys
My main man DJ Rasta Roots
On the beat, on the cuts
Smokin' Needles, Riddim Kidz, salute
ATCQ forever
Peace
Man, um
For, for a while
'Cause we not, we not just those do it
And run type of dudes
Where we just gon' put anything out
We tryna put out somethin' classic
Somethin' you can hear
Ten years from now, and be like
"Yo, that's that ish right there"
You know what I mean?
So we definitely taking our time
Smokin' Needles is the label
Independently ran by both of us
You know what I mean?
So we do it our way
Whether we move slow
Or whether we move quick
It's on us at the end of the day