David Versis - k** a Dilla Beat lyrics

Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Imma, Imma Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat I, I, I, Imma, Imma Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Imma, Imma Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat Imma k** a Dilla beat When I was thirteen my parents said I was a pest Cause I was blasting music ‘til they got a little deaf But I got a little def, gained a little depth Now the game's a little weezy cause I wayned a little left, uh They all walking to a dead end I guess that's why they all tryina steal my shine But you know me I be post ten like eleven, while all these other rappers pre-ten(d) like nine But hip-hop just a numbers game Plus you know that I do wonders with math I'll have you thinking twice Take your brain, cut it in half Imma k** a Dilla beat, nobody's as real as me Plus I'm on point like a k**er be No Wu Tang, just got tang in my drink though I'm Liu Kang, you should check for my kicks yo My new thing's blowing kush and getting tearred up I do things that these other rapper scared of So sit back and just watch me as I burn one I know they terrified seeing what this nerd done But on the walk-e-talkies I would ask you if you all copy But that's a rhetorical question if I have ever heard one (haha)

Don't act hard homie, we smell doubt And I ain't bout to go and leave all of the details out Baby girl had cla**, now all she got is a** Ever since she seen me go and pull the CL out I told people that I spit, but I guess they ain't get it And now they don't want to admit, that they just got omitted Man I can see that they regret, that they just can't get with it And now they mad at the kid, I wasn't kidding I did it Me and my team don't get faded homie, we get litted And I'm part of a New Era, my position is fitted They don't know about the money that my tracks provide Cause all they got is a 100, homie Jackson 5 So pa** the kush off to my manager J His name is Manager J I'm pretty sure that he can manage a J I got these b**hes scratching off every calendar day Until I drops V's up, like a vandal would say This ain't open mic night, this ain't amateur day You know your boy got the heat that blows ba*tards away Actuall-ay I know that they all pray for the day But I ain't got nothing left to say (Shh) You know that I'm always gon' talk that shiiet Never gon' stop, man Sit back back baby watch me make another hiit Straight to the top I see them go crazy when I pull up in the whiip Cause it got no top Man yo sumsum just chilling with your biitch Yeah, hahaha Yeah, V's up Til' the sky falls, aha