Act Like You Know (G.O.A.T. Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Waajeed, scratches] Yo "Yo!" "Renaissance!" Yo! (Yo!) Yo! (Yo!) Yeah! Yo! Yo! Yo...! To my mans...! [Phat Kat:] "It's crew shit... youknowhatImsayin... on some real..." ("Renaissance!") Greatest Of All Time! [Phat Kat:] "Some Detroit shit... uh!" "YO!" Put 'em up! [Verse 1: J Dilla] Bling47, Dill Withers! Back for the first time, still with us? Both 'Kill Bill' pictures ain't ill as Dill' – nope! Theme music for the feel, it's Dilla – 'Dark Side' to 'Thriller' We fill the buildin' every time we're headlinin', wherever I'm at – guerilla It's like I get a mill' a minute I get offended whеn you waste my time You ain't gotta wait for the bill, I'll sеnd it "Sealed, Delivered," by yours truly Scooby can't do – me in a 3-oh-oh-C duty Through these streets like Martin off the ooo-wee You know that, throwback, number 2-3 (Uh!) Sixteens – folk, you wanna blow a few G's? Come with the cash, get the classic in two weeks In loose leafs so much I lose sleep Holla at the boy, he don't just produce beats Act like you know! [Chorus: Waajeed, scratches] Yo! (Yo!) Yo! (Yo!) Yo! [Jay Dee:] "Dilla Dawg--" [DJ Premier:] "Rest in peace!" [Jay Dee:] "Say-say 'huh?!' – my jam knocks... We knockin' muhfuckas out they damn socks" "J -- Dilla!" [Baatin:] "Representin' up in the sky!" [Greg Nice:] "I originate, they duplicate!" "Heyyy!" "BITING!" [Baatin:] "Keep ya'self respect alive!" "Jay-- Jay..." "What?!") [Jay Dee:] "Been loopin' up the shit to make ya head nod" [Run DMC:] "He's--" "The KIIIIIING!!!!" [Run DMC:] "He's the best!" [Guru:] "With the beats, with the rhymes..." [Run DMC:] "He's the best!" [Guru:] "...That lets me know that we had the right idea in the beginning And we just need to maintain our focus" [Verse 2: J Dilla] Ghetto style on some wake up, pick your WIC up Uh! Dilla Dawg spit shit that trigger hiccups So player, think I need a big pimp cup Sip lil', tip lil', get my duck sicked (Yeah!) Heavy on knees like "Mr. Big Stuff" Hands high, act like it's a stick up (Yeah!) Detroit's dipped, they ride with the clips tucked Wanna ask Dill, get a Lil' Jon, "What?!" In the club, Cake Boys up in this Bling47, let's great more business Play the game like we got eight more innings My Master P card say it ain't No Limit in the champagne room – You just can't go in it Jeed told me to leave no witnesses (Uhn-uh!) I make it as painless as possible Call that ambulance for the hospital You know! [Chorus: Waajeed, scratches] Yo! (Yo!) Yo! (Yo!) [Baatin:] "You love it when my crew say we from The D! You love it when my crew say we will forever be!" [Missy Elliott:] "Y-y-yeah!" [DJ Premier:] "What's the deal with you..." "plain ole haters" "Ever since" "Jay" "passed..." [DJ Premier:] "Know what I'm sayin? This goes out to ANYBODY who's doin' the bullshit! Straight up!" "Know what I mean?" [Jay Dee:] "These haters must wanna get socked!" [DJ Premier:] "There's rules to this shit – knock that shit off, for real!" Yo! (Yo!) Yo! (Yo!) Yo! I'm watchin' all of you corny ass niggas out there! With ya fake charities... bootlegs... mix CD's... T-shirts... [Baatin:] "And the crew will never fall off!" I'm watchin' every one of you muthafuckas! R.I.P., my man, J Dilla! ("Renaissance!") Yeah! [dead prez:] "You can't really function in society..."