[Dave:]
Yo, everybody's sayin... what to do
when s**a lunatics start diggin and chewin
They don't know, that the Soul don't go
for that, potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for maximum security
Aiyyo, my dwellin is swellin
Nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot, where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on my scroll, wrote me a new 'mot'
But now it's gone, cause those punks knew that I hate
To recognise when they come thru, they leave with the words
(Potholes in my lawn..)
[Posdnuos:]
Yeah, I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended cause eyes
have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See, I pursue that everyone's sayin
What to do when s**ers start preyin
On my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets
Of evil-doers through the big hole
Get them evil-doers who be diggin holes
Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces, give clues
Or better yet call 911
..And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul..
But yo, check it we gonna do it like this
You say ain't no Dilla like the one I got!
(No one can do sh** better!)
His beats held the DNA of hip-hop
(And kept it hot like a thermal sweater!)
Can't duplicate it so just leave it alone
(Naw, you can't duplicate the sound, boy!)
He has the universal sound but the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home {"MOTOWN"}
"This is the city of Detroit, in the state of Michigan"
"Now, WAIT A-" "This ain't no motherf**in cinema, b*tch!"