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trippy tyler - r.i.p j dilla lyrics

[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 l!ck hitter that’s splitting your f-cking wig up
with the gift of having spit up that can rip your f-cking 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 paink!llers
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 f-cking 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 sh-t, like k swiss
we spit that greatness
put you in your place sh-t, blatant and abrasive
making f-cking changes
catered this game with amazing invasion of fake men
erasing patience for our relevation
this like -ss-ssination of the greatest
we gonna spray at whoever’s hating
you never practice what you saying
so who is you to say sh-t
the boys in blue won’t save sh-t
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
f-ck illuminati this a buddha stoop nation

[verse 2: ak]
it’s that big motherf-cker that n0body 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
n-ggas 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 -ss and t-ts is asking to be blessed and sh-t
? and i request like we gone protect the next time and sh-t
and i’m like how b-tch how

[outro]
and the stoops is taking nooses to the allahs and the judahs
this sh-t is getting old, b-tches talking like they knew us

- trippy tyler lyrics

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