Make It Fast - J Dilla, J Dilla feat. Diz Gibran, Diz Gibran

It’s Bun Beeda, I’m a beast in the booth

I bleed gums and break teeth in the booth

At the least, I’m the truth, on a bad day I sleep the best

Nap, wake up, and sweep the rest

So keep ya vest, I’m domin like an ex-addict

Ya belly’s now jelly, ya face full of beet cabbage

Ya flow is not dro homie, you that weak package

And where I’m finna send yo' ass you won’t need baggage

We savage like the Wild Wild West

I’m the go flow pro, you the mile style vet

And I got lyrics by the mile, why bet?

I been doin this since Slay was on the Wildstyle set

All hail to the king or face treason

That’s when I slap wack niggas for no reason

And once I take it there, ain’t no easin

It’s alligator souffle baby, with no seasoning so.

Uh, waddup Bun?

Homie, pass the beer

And make it fast, like Guerilla Black’s career

We smokin hash, purple, sour, kush

Gettin high fast like the young George Bush

Uh, I make it fast like a robbery

You take it slow like Monopoly (Drive slow, homie…)

Bitch, I’m Termanology

Straight gangsta, like The Black Donnellys

So many hoes is on top of me

Last thing I’m thinkin about is monogamy (Fuck outta here.)

Specialized in psychology

Numerology, stimulatin the economy

Movin pounds of trees, uh you know the M. O

Trap star generals, whips like Jay Leno

Keep the shit ghetto, countin my cash

This is Law Town, Mass., walk through with ya jewels

You betta MAKE IT FAST~!