Trippy Tyler — R.I.P J DILLA

[Verse 1: Trippy Tyler] Take a listen and a sip from this verbal Mix up some liquor, let it kick in it's bitter Ritalin my writtens, it's enigma Belittle all the critics make them give up This is stick up I'm the lick hitter that's splitting your fucking wig up With the gift of having spit up that can rip your fucking clique up Few blobs and I lift up Red shop when I stick ya Six feet with the sixteen like a teen gravedigger We pristine emcees dope like painkillers Bring back Boom Bap rest in peace J Dilla Make this J fill up Get some henny for my liver I be getting trippy like I'm huffing fucking paint thinner Taste this, bitter as a pill breaking Get your face hit with the base of the K's grip You rock that late shit, like K Swiss We spit that greatness Put you in your place shit, blatant and abrasive Making fucking changes Catered this game with amazing invasion of fake men Erasing patience for our relevation This like assassination of the greatest We gonna spray at whoever's hating You never practice what you saying So who is you to say shit The boys in blue won't save shit Thirteen super saiyans came in blazing like cajuns Stargazing, bar shocking kick you like Raiden I do not take motivation Mow the vacant house lawn if you wanna reach greatness Goodness gracious take this like persuasion Fuck Illuminati this a Buddha Stoop nation [Verse 2: Ak] It's that big motherfucker that nobody likes to play with Cause he don't play fair when it comes to the franklins Let's face it, I hear hisses coming from your braces Brace yourself machines will have you running out your laces Niggas need Jesus, let them meet ? I just want the power, turn me into a mason Hostility inhabit in your frontal lobe it's dangerous Something's smelling fishy here can somebody give me a ? Sustaining homie just ain't enough Resuscitate your whole career when I feel that I got enough Stop to smell the roses let the rosaries just gather dust The night will never fall by dusk I think the horse is dead enough Explore the labyrinth of my consciousness Watch these sacred dreams go to schemes I been working with Trippy said chill, homie chill take a glob of this It's the freaking weekend baby you know I stay high for this Acid trips when ass and tits is asking to be blessed and shit ? and I request like we gone protect the next time and shit And I'm like how bitch how [Outro] And the Stoops is taking nooses to the Allahs and the Judahs This shit is getting old, bitches talking like they knew us