Check it.
I'll take it.
Tap.
You know
I'm a bad motherfucker, you know what I mean?
Dilla, uh-huh, you know what I mean?
I'm a bad motherfucker, you know what I mean?
Yeah, this the SM Dilla
No one can't sift on my shakes off the Richter
This here baked liquor, Blake's great mixture
Flambé kickers from 8 to 8, Skrilla
8 straight dinner, 8 straight winters
Now you tell Maggie Drake it's steak,
we're not grilla
Chef, great like Gorilla
8 spots Skrilla,
it's cooked straight,
one Skrilla
No bakes or toxin'-er,
yes sir,
brick off the mile
Both from H.P.Gate,
got a blow from Pasquale that can take a whole green
I swore away on those skis,
stack a bean off the lean,
baked a cake in 03
I told the whole state,
eat,
eat the steak and roast beef,
case the missing goat green
Look,
I think this * is cocaine,
but I'm a stone's throw away from cream,
busting out my Dean
It seems that this dream is spied with the bus pass,
waking up a wounded ass,
Dilla * rough draft