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Yeah, man, you hear that You here that shit, man

Verse 1: Madlib
Y'all niggas like, What the fuck is this
Damn, look at this, what kinda luck is this
Uh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my nigga
Only haters holla, they can't feel us
Niggas wanna get looser then we
But just gon' be a loser to me and Dilla
Killa, talkin' 'bout how you peal caps, but nigga
You softer than a pillow
Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep
'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec that nigga always lyin' hey, pass the weed
Anyway I'm straight high off the trees
Your girl don't wanna lie, she just wanna get on her knees
Turn it up, y'all niggas must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red

Bridge: J Dilla
Yo, what was that you said right there, what was that

Verse 2: Madlib
It's the leeway, instant replay, instant relay
Instant MC, producer, and DJ
I do this shit without a cell beeper or 3-way
You're comin' off like like a gilet anyway
Ay, peace to AG, peace to Pete Rock
Diamond D, peace to Seiji oh shit, look over there
Yo, that nigga's wild like wildlife animals
Hannibal, cannibals whoop, what else
Um, male fascists, womanizers
Nymphos, niggas in disguises ay, watch out What else
Fine women that like pretty women, some ass women
Some titty women mostly shitty women
Y'all niggas must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red