J Dilla - Hall & Oates (Jimmy Fallon Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] They ask me for advice, so what's it gon' be I treat it like I'm preachin' to a young me Tell myself that you about to be like Jon B Ummm scratch that, John Lennon, I am on key Left-handed lay-ups with your pops in the street Make your drums so college girls try to dance in the jeep Keep the good beats for yourself, keep a stash full of treats And the cover of The Fader don't put a** in the seats Realize the gifts that you've been givin Make you deadly in the kitchen That's LeBron with Curry's pull-up Pop records for your digits The rhythm sense is lifted The whiteness is intended, they'll never mention privilege That's the wrong tree to bark up A willow with the whispers Stay away from 1Oak you'll get the redwood from a mistress That's a packed line, your back's fine An Island's on your shoulder but it's snack time Eat, collect your publishing and act right Eat, collect your publishing and act right Eat, collect your publishing and act right Eat, collect your publishing and act right