K Dilla going full throttle, so clean
Nose to nose and blowing steam in a squabble
Oh for sure I don't need a role model
Hold and cling to themes of greener grass
That overgrows and reattach to hopeless dreams
And so it seems I'm opening to leave the past
Overdosing on dopamine by flowing supreme
So cold, focusing on the road but I can't read a map
I want more than the lure of the gold and green
And black shadows that lead me back to the gallows
And now I need some better days to let me levitate above thе hassle
No hope so I cope with thе crackle like Grandma Kollette medicated by chain-smoking tobacco
As I recollect, I'm led astray and can't detect the black hole
The vortex that haunt me like Alvarez on the Astros, direct me down the Devil's doorsteps
Just a rookie like Julio but who already lost the battle
And down the heavy crown of the northwest
And out the Souki studio, hits harder than Artest
Aw yes, I'll rap 'till I retract to raw flesh, my back collapse
Above the clouds I love the sound of battle rap and rat-a-tats
Mic like a cane on the ground when I got cataracts
And as a matter of fact it light the tunnel
Provide the tight iron spike sliding on the drumroll
Some Poseidon-type deluge that shred through the jungle
Full frontal, hope he don't fumble
In the defense leaving weakening, Kismet keep it on the humble
When he rhyme it so delighted, sprinkles and the glaze
He never oversighted, notified by twinkle of the blaze
From when he vocalizing, the sky fades and there's no horizon
Crime pays, and in my mind state felt like my soul was dying
So I write pages versatile like the Lifesavas when it hurts to smile
Can't migrate, don't know how to fly spaceships
I solo Joe Schmoes and go on a hiatus from where the rose grow
Aim like Dame Lillard from the logo, K Dilla
Vivid virtuoso go gorilla, maybe apeshit, ain't basic but the flow is so vanilla
Slice a sliver, need some aviation in their mindsets
Life will kill ya and never sign checks
Now my eye catch the time etched in the oven, batter's puddling in the Pyrex
I need a baker's dozen if the paper coming
I'm Beast Mode, I won't even feign a faint discussion
Pardon please my ego, heartbeat bumping like it's playing percussion
Reading recipes attaching the glasses, empty the package
Let the acids mix and match with the molasses
Got the gift of gab, it's magic, with cinnamon living lavish
Smash simpletons there and backwards like some fair Wimbledon matches
Need some insulin or I'll be sicker than the average
Sneezing, it's cold season so I'm breathing on a track list
Beat is so butter, margarine flow leave your arteries cluttered
Even when he repeat he speak like no other
Snow and sleet hover, mic ignite the heat
Delights provide the sheet for the cover, sucka
I'll repeat myself again, with K Dilla's Delights
I'm Dame Lillard at the buzzer, buster
What's up, I promise you I can't afford to fuck up