J Dilla - The Bermuda Triangle lyrics

[Charles Hamilton] I think we might call this The Bermuda Triangle... I like that The Bermuda Triangle n***a, f** whether you get lost [Verse I: Charles Hamilton] I'm too nice, your dude might get two mics in the Source from my lyrical intercourse ‘Cuz I spew these new types of venom More crews might try to meet the DJ in the blue sky Why two mics? ‘Cuz n***as won't get it Let me translate for all you wild slow b**hes; Groups of emcees might puke and then leave the game, hang themselves to view my 16s ‘Cuz I write with God's percision and Satan's swag You n***as is not permitted with your hatin' a** Stop your b**hin' while I'm makin cash I just drop a written to have you shakin' fast In your socks and slippers, I hope you got some mittens You in a hot position when I bake you f*gs Open the oven my flow is disgustin' But I make so much sense I bet Oprah would love it So, let me be ignorant for a little bit I sell fertilizer, I don't give a sh** Hahah Yeaaahhh. Who got next? [Verse II: Show Tufli] Show- TuFli (how fly? how fly?) Now just watch how I take off, take notes I got a offer soon as I stepped off the boat f** with Tufli suicide get left on the coast You couldn't take a step in my loafs Muthaf**a I'm the goat, and the toasted liver I provoke, my hearts cold no coat Your flows whack no hope How the hell do you hustle but you still so broke Show showed you hip hop, you still dont know? I'm still hood, I'm still polo The flows still dope, I'm still no joke So while them jokes still after me Them students, can't f** with faculty These n***as that wanna battle dont matter to me So go 'head spit, and end up a casualty [Verse III: Yung Nate] Uh- There's a lotta dead rappers out there, Show. thanks to you This what I'mma do, I'mma bring n***a back to life, and then k** him again Watch me Ahaha I'm just talkin' my sh** I'mma be dead still spittin, I grab ya crown with your head still in it Where your favorite rapper? I'll rip him With no bars on the track I just adlib it Uh n***a, k**in' dudes with this mic The switch is my trigger I won't dig a new ditch, just make the hole bigger Pause n***a, No life support n***a I run into the ER and unplug the cord n***a I'm gone Sonny you not hot at all n***a Call me Nate Zeus walk on water like ribbit And if shorty fly, I f** around and lick it I want my money, and make sure they ain't missin' 'Cuz if you lose a digit, you gonna lose some digits Thou shall not f** with me nor Biggie Unless you wanna relate this message to what big is Tell 'em Hov got BK, but this my city And it's not a big apple, it's just a big titty with (gets cut off)