[Intro: Dank]
Yea, yea, what's the deal-y?
My n***a Dilla
For life, McNasty records, uh, yea

[Verse: J Dilla]
I come from a long line of pimps, hustlers, soldiers and thugs
With 7 Mile in the vain and soul through the blood
From a place called the Mo, dawg
For most of my n***as can't hold a job but they can hold them a gun
Born and raised in the heart of this bitch
My father done started this shit
I've started spinning parties at 6
Blessed with the hardest of kicks from Jangle to Magics
And my uncle used to be in the attic
Sc-Scr-Scratching
He used to hit the weed and then pass it
Damn, look at me with the habit
Look at me counting my scratch, speeding through traffic
Uh, but, the flow is colder than the floor in the cell
So bring your weed, I got a story to tell

[Bridge: Dank]
Yeah, my n***a Dilla has been in the game for years, you know what I mean?
Respect the game
It's all real so yo, it's time to kick up baby
[Hook: J Dilla]
You think you know, you have no idea
This is the diary of who?
(J, Dilla)
You think you know, you have no idea
This is the diary of who?
(J, Dilla)
You think you know, you have no idea
This is the diary of who?
(J, Dilla)
You think you know, you have no idea
This is the diary of who?
(J, Dilla)