J Dilla - Come Closer lyrics

[Verse 1] Get close to that underground feel That 94' dusty sound, I got them all ducking down still This that 'doesn't really-come-around' sk** So I might cool with you, and pull the bucket out; chill On the real, don't question "Who do it the best?" Since grade school in the desk, all my music in depth Mentally and physically, Confuscious in the head The lyrics hit them like the shooter left two in your chest Emergency surgery when you versus me Grab currency in this limited eternity Currently, not in it for the cash and sum So later reimburse my debt to the maximum Legacy of the greats and longevity in the game But for now, these sentences is setting me in my place Expect to be top 5 when they bury me in the grave And if I'm not already, I better be in your favs, n***a This sounds like the magnum opus Cause I'm balanced like the space, sky, land, and ocean Ultramagnetic MC, electrostatic voltage This is such a cla**ic moment Frozen in time, '99, open your mind Got the potentest rhymes, and they hoping it's fine Immortalize me when this sh** is finally done and over But for now, they keep on coming closer [Hook] Time for the truth, get live with the crew Come closer, come closer Wisdom for the youth, let me kick it in the booth Come closer, come closer We thieves in the night from a beacon of light Come closer, come closer If the scenery is right, I'll leave and it on the mic and Come closer, come closer [Verse 2] Sound like I been digging in the crates Or channeling the spirit of Biggie in the grave n***a wait, I been feeling so vintage '98 This for my k**ers and a hundred dollars billers getting paid Cut the check, got no buzz and yet Exude sheer confidence like a dozen vets I better be your top 1, taking nothing less And that never change, sh** is just common sense I'm like Ca**ius Clay way back in the day Remember back when hip-hop required pa**ion and faith? Bet you don't, let them know I'm not rapping in vain My lyrics hit them in they soul from a maximum range In hindsight, the limelight steals your private life So should I really rhyme tight right beside the mic? Everything to me is just Beats, Rhymes, and Life And when the sunshine my punchlines are shining bright Like a diamond, in that army jacket lining My flows make them think that they back in '96 Cause it's written, and my tracks are timeless But the critics won't stop until they have him boxed in Like he not West Coast, ain't got the best flow Block him off the blogs just to let the rest know No, another false move, and I'll be at your neck, throat Better not get close when I let go [Hook] [Verse 3] Product of Badu, and Com too Black Thought, and Big L, lyrical monsoon Big Poppa too, little Pac, and DOOM Some Lauryn Hill, and Daddy Kane for my momma dukes This is not for you, strictly for my Rastafari's I'm like Marcus Garvey and Bob Marley Top shotta, a me not a batty boy Better hit the deck when my bombs deploy A dem so rude, my flows too old school I'm like Nasir back in '02 One of the last real n***as alive R.I.P. Guru, I been gifted to rhyme Feeling instrumental in the brain Come closer, come closer But won't stop 'til I'm a legend in the game Come closer, come closer [Outro] Time for the truth, get live with the crew Wisdom for the youth, let me kick it in the booth We thieves in the night from a beacon of light If the scenery is right, I'll leave it on the mic Come closer, come closer Come closer, come closer Come closer, come closer Come closer, come closer