J Dilla - Midnight delite (happy birthday) lyrics

Who gives a f** about old j**els and lessons? Throw it into pro tools and don't use compression f** a hoodrat and still won't use protection Yeah n***a It's hard times, shed tears n***a, don't cry I'mma live forever never gon' die It's the same sh** as my n***a Osirus A similar vibe but like still different than the archdiocese With sinister vibes up in the centerfold section Sipping dos equis on a foldout couch Watching 'Equus' I die for the necklace i don't own It's five seconds left in this game then we going home To dissect the five segments of the human eye section like: Iris, pupil, lens, cornea retina Preexisting condition got me denied by aetna But it's cool, though cuz i'm a n***a for life If it's chicken on the table i'mma pick up a knife If you posting rap videos i will click 'like' I reinforce every stereotype, and then I break em Y'all be treating life like a science experiment Trying every experience and end up dying at the spearmint lounge Coming up cuz last year i went down like mary blige No for real, it was very scary times and sh** Luckily for me i'm an air sign So i ain't terrified by the them types of things BOI Not from queens but grew up loving nas so much Til i got older, then i was like it's Nas so what?! Growing pains and then going through changes Came full circle to realize this n***a never wasn't my favorite sh**, you live and you learn then you learn and you die And hopefully at some point you got a chance to see berlin With a wave of the wand like Merlin, it's gone and regardless the world's turning Hurling a Molotov bottle with the nozzle lit I seen it all from a tower off the Gaza Strip Backflipped and disappeared into a smoke cloud The signals I'm hearing from the pyramid are so loud, it's hard to think straight Life seems great when you in position My man used to be a snake by his own admission He figured he could be a saint if he just wished it Now he move like Pete rose as if the ban was lifted, damn Call Cam n***a YES MA'AM n***a Call my dad and tell him I'm coming up there to join 'em Cuz I would rather be dead than broke, that's no joke And I'm still hoping that I ain't disappoint him my god What the f** All of yall n***as still s** Just like a baby with his bottle filled up And the oatmeal up in the bowl is irish steel cut Place the gun metal gray where the sun doesn't lay Plus Son doesn't play when it comes to shooting this moneyball Rain sleet snow, Winter spring summer fall And i ain't serving up inspiration for none of y'all With no gun at all, dog, it's just my thumb and all Four of my fingers gripped up tight upon the mic Kiss my mother if a n***a die tonight, mothaf**a This ain't realest sh** i wrote but it's close I got some secret diary notes that i'll never disclose not ever Like heath ledger in the four feathers It's banging like beat measures when the chorus hit em like Blaow And now i'm shooting two from the foul line Smile now cry later, no frown lines With two fraeuleins in the crowd tryna to get up The same b**hes that my n***as f**ed down at south by Ewwwuhgghh f** the public outcry Get money like atlanta black housewives