‘Dope Dilla’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson

VERSE 1

Let me show you young **** how to kill a beat

Let a old **** touch it like a little freak

White bitch up in the bucket, that\'s my little bleach

High Life seven days, **** thats a Miller week

I\'m trying to see a mil at least a day

You **** Palin in comparison, thats Tina Fey

My chick a drum machine, she gon’ let me beat today

Still dont even know her last name, I call her Lisa Ray

Fam gang, what it do though

Mil town bound, catch me riding down Juneau

Mil town down when I\'m riding round, you know

Pull up in two doors with two hoes them boys just be like ‘kudos’

‘Cuz its haters everywhere I go

I tell ‘em suck a fat black one, Terio

Sucka **** made me sully up my new Adidas

Split your wig like movie tickets, **** thats a double feature

BRIDGE

Its like that

I am one dope ****

This is gunsmoke

This is for my **** that be sipping on that ‘Yac

We are two dope ****

This is blue smoke

Whiffing while we dipping with that pistol in the back

This is me and Dope Dilla

This is weed smoke ****

Green figures, time to get ‘em by the rack

You don\'t want that smoke ****, facts

Its Dope Dilla on the track

CHORUS

(DJ Scratching ‘Dope Dilla’)

VERSE 2

Got something for the hotheads, that\'s my Chillow Smith

Whipping heads with the Wesson, thats my Willow Smith

Don\'t make me throw some shots up in your residence

My **** get to warring (warrant) like the cops up in your residence

I aint gon’ kill ‘em, Imma do it slow

I\'m trying to maul on em (trying em all on, I\'m) like a bitch up in the shoe store

Put a lame in a stretcher

Super with the tool, I call that **** Fletcher

CHORUS

VERSE 3

This will make your baby put it in reverse

Automatic, here\'s the manual, I put it in her (into) first

Pipe so cold that that flow begin to burst

Put that cat up in a casket, throw that pussy in a hearse

I\'m the motherfucking worst, I admit it, purpose infinite

With this intelligent ignorance, I went to hell, I was chilling

I ring the bell on these fellas in mental jails and Im bailing them

Out of the system that tend to put the felon in melanin

The two is not relative, I mitigate the rhetoric

Fake woke **** getting nickel plated sedatives

My pen is made of excellence, mental state benevolence

So never will I let a **** press me into reticence

Ever since the renaissance been waiting for the exodus

But ‘til it comes I swear to God I\'ll fill the room with elephants

Maybe been a has been, but never been a never been

You **** fold twice before I ever bend, ever bend

BRIDGE

CHORUS