Take Notice - J Dilla, Guilty Simpson

Y’all think a nigga playing?

Don’t let me have to lace you up

Louder

Turn it up

J Dilla…

Verse 1: Guilty Simpson

Take notice

I’m jumping in the game head first and make the TEC jerk

To cancel your network

You feminine cats catch a bad one

My gun gon' be there poking that ass with Magnums

I spar with the best

Just the first of my litter, come see the scars on my chest

We savage

Ill style with extra static

Before you talk shit, you better know the hearts of the niggas you walk with

This ain’t no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit

Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with

Negative, gutter

This is what you want, this is what you get

Take it in the brain motherfucker

This ain’t no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit

Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with

Negative, gutter

This is what you want, this is what you get

Take 'em in the brain motherfucker

Verse 2: J Dilla

It’s the filth, the flawn

The flawn, the filth

The nights with the pimps

The cars

The hard hitters, the giants

Cats preparing for they last days like it’s J2K

But they way too late

Wrap up a piece

Ready to feast

Maybe they’ll save you a plate

We out to take over your radio waves

Nowadays I don’t do it for the mics

Cause they pay for them things

Fucking up letting J in the game

I don’t sleep, I

Load the heat and

Wait to aim it and bang

Guilt with Dilla dog

A dangerous game

Yeah, and this ain’t the slap on the wrist shit

This big shit

Feel more energy

Somethin to smack a bitch with

Gully, gutter

Givin' you what you want

Twistin' it up to take it to the head motherfucker

Verse 3: Guilty Simpson

Extended families, my brotherhood

Catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard

Pardon me as I bogart

Mature monster

I outthink the average, but equally savage

Send the generals of your roster

I send 'em back in a sack

Murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks

Ruthless

Ten branches, ten nooses

Ten necks, ten TECs and ten shooters

Black booters, late night intruders

You ever seen a panther maneuver?

I’m even smoother, guy

You might lose your eye

Either way you choose you die

We cruising high

River rules, July the fourth

Slidin' off and fire the horse

.45 colt, niggas scatter from thunderous lightning bolts

Rewrite your notes and recite them jokes

You like to quote

I ice your throat

After that I’ll slice your throat

With the same razor use to slice the dope

Not by me

But I know those types of folks

Now calm down

I never could put the firearm down

That’s why everything I do stresses Mom now

Verse 4: J Dilla & Guilty Simpson

J Dilla:

First name J, Last name Deezy

Here to change the game, playa, please believe me

A cake boy 'til my heart stops pumping

Mission complete when y’all niggas mouths stop runnin'

Guilty Simpson:

Last name Simpson, the first name guilty

Taking the game further than most of you niggas will be

A dread-narc 'til my heart stops pumpin'

Destined for greatness when these A&R stop frontin'

Motherfuckers