[Dilla] We comin live from the jungle where no trees grow Where men'll take your dreams, go and smash em like casinos Beat that's soundin Primo, gorillas rockin' Nigo Got an army to recruit with my raps They call me Dilla but my pops from a different slum village With the rust ceiling Breakfast on the plate no eggs with chedder grillin on the sk**et Will it, taste a little sweeter with swine? A bottle in the cellar, chillin', gettin' sweeter with time As I let the paint drip up on the highway Park the white walls sittin sideways Women in my driveway Rap name sounding like a phantom on the roll call sh** that I was whippin made yo sh** look like a go kart We go far with no god. So It's only, idols and artifacts Art of rap got you thinking how the hell he author that But this ain't god given, it's god spittin So my vision is similar to bible if it's Nas writen f**. Yo I forgot that last sh**. It's that, It's that line yo, it's where I go about how I got, Che Guevara gats but also John Lennon gla**es and light skinned women with some Puerto Rican a**es Ask me do I get it? I get it I'm Gotti I prolly look a lil' iller if I tatted my body But love my mocha choca skin tone Kinda lookin red bone Make em wanna spit that Chuckie D up on the megaphone [Hook] I wanna know who wanna tango? Wanna k** the clones then you gotta k** the Jango Goin Django on your plantations Mind racin like a bullet Guru in the dojo with katanas and a full clip So this is my millennium Intel is Oracle your Intel is Pentium at best Rest tellin me slow down, be well Hit the blunt and pa** my eyes spinnin like a Spreewell New knickerbocker knock knockin at the Casablanca Switching in the Caddy pimpin' seeing who be leaning proper Coppin the slang from the popular names Doesn't mean they gon give you daps Who done gone and told you that I'm Oswald and the game is John Kennedy Lames chantin they name trying to out Lennon me I'm like, mof**a you outta your damn mind In the chair with the needle you outta your damn time