Lyrics

[Intro: Beedie, DJ Rated R & Phat Kat] Ya heard? Yo, uh-huh (Yo), yo, yo Rest in peace, J Dilla (Yo; This is dedicated to all) Word up, can we get J Dilla? Rest in peace, J Dilla (The fake suckers) Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (Uh-huh) Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (R.I.P.; Sucker MCs gotta go) How High: The Mixtape (The other suckers gotta go) Rated R and Diggz, Ill Spoken (Check it) [Verse 1: Beedie] What up, Dilla? Hope you rest in peace You still speakin' for ya beats when you bless the streets (Uh) Real talk, put your tape on and press repeat So let me kick back, relax and rest my feet And we can chill, true MCs, they speak it real A lot of fake cats make tracks and break a deal (Pssh) We ain't on no fakin'-ass bullshit Fools gettin' pulled since expulsion but makin' that skrill' So what the deal? Who this kid that's bussin'? My name is Beedie, let me give you all the introduction The Ill Spoken comin' through for the ill discussion It's somethin' runnin' through my veins, I can feel it rushin' (Uh-huh) Thought it was over but it really wasn't, because we comin' Ain't no one try to ruin our moves until we done it You act bogus, I focus on gettin' cream Grind harder than ya teeth on methamphetamines, what I mean? You cats couldn't rumble with the team 'Cause you couldn't count your numbers, pull you under when you scream Real things: you fiends that gon' touch my cash or puff my grass Blunts mixed with butts and hash Never did well in school, but I love my math Count my stacks every night before I hit the mattress (Yeah) Gettin' cash, shit is systematic But don't get mad if ya shit get splatted, believe me [Verse 2: EZ Mac] What's good, y'all? (Yo) My name is Mac You can hear me 'cross the hall while I'm bangin' rap And now ya face is slapped with a dedication track Oh shit, that's kinda hard, I ain't erasin' that So rest in peace to the beast on the beat: J Dilla For you, we raise a Miller, hip-hop still feel ya I bust rhymes over melodies that touch minds And bust spines with each and every punchline (Pow) So how you like me now? This Ill Spoken ground's be around for a while Juggle verses like a circus, turnin' frowns into smiles You see us 'round town, underground with some styles Stop talkin' 'bout this and that See me as I kick it back, spittin' rap and fitted caps Smoke an L and hit the sack, askin', "Can you picture that?" Picture-perfect verses 'Cause me and Beedie here, Ill Spoken at your service Smack you side the head, alert the doctors and the nurses A wallet in your pocket, bitches better hide they purses 'Cause once you ain't watchin', I'ma come and rob it Grab the cash, coppin' grass, gettin' massive chronic [Outro: DJ Rated R] Can't forget Tuff Sound Recordings This that real hip-hop shit right here