Fire Wood Drumstix - J Dilla

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix

Y’all know what it is, villain

Dilla, Dilla still the best

Ahem, one two, one two, one two

They scared of this track like a terrorist attack

Prepare to get back when he’s wearing just black

Get a dog, they soft like a peach

Rhymes like sand on beach, off the leash, screech

Deep wells, spells, «Saved By The Bell,» L

Well behaved and gave 'em hell

Walked on gilded splinters

In a handstand stalked the crill-lit winter

Coldest ever, midnight, break day like loaves of bread

Cleverly way overhead

Nicest beat maker east of the equator

From the greater good, your hood to deep theta

Take a leap of faith and scrape a heap of eighth

Face all chafe, have the whole place strafe

Toodle-loo, use your noodle or it’ll use you

Two for two, you oughta wadoo when you cruising through

Later than the last 48 post traumatic stress

In a post hypnotic state, got it?

Great

These things is not toys

Only to be handled be kings whose got poise

Not boys, you hear me, twerps?

Story rings nearly like the McCleary versus the Earps

Hey, you want to stay in your genre?

Then protest the villain them rendition of, «La Bamba»

Emcees speaking and they in need of some hohoba

All this up in here malik yoba, pro bruh

Attack the track like a lumberjack, quick

Chop it down to size fire wood is drumstix