J Dilla - The Only Us lyrics

[Intro: Taelor Gray] Play at your own risk [Verse 1: Taelor Gray] It's soundwave calligraphy Guillotine head rest, in case you nodding off Check it homie, this is Dilla's beat We white water rafting these rappers, that ship has sailed If you ain't talking bout action, tongue lashing slave ships Or patching SAP criminals, tycoons, corrupt senators It's so similar That's why we writing for them skeptics, pop a couple rounds And you fighting for them exes, boy you so extra You said it's for protection, I'm just tryna show them That we're tryna be respected, boy you so extra Look you don't need drawstrings And you a different dude when you off screen Naw homie, I'm just hanging off the crossbeams Spilling all my crimes to the man right across me, right? He said we're going to a paradise, right? Like we headed to the Paradise See the city's got the sun, every day's fair skies 75 Fahrenheit, right? We coming from the underground, checking from the catacombs Echo from the rabbit hole I'm on the record, take a wrecking ball to Babylon, right? I hear your talking from your porches Black Jesus got you talking to them portraits Seminary reinforcements But what's the difference, Slim Pickens in the orchards See you picket the abortions, the victims or the orphans Politicians stricken for endorsements But you don't see the smokescreens This government a**istants for the dope fiends I found a widow that was weeping on the willow Face full of fear, tears sinking on her pillow She said "The only way to money is my body" Forty years old worst fear is sobriety, right? First year as a pastor And this the type of flock I'm looking after [Break: Taelor Gray] Right Uh, right Yeah, yeah Right Huh, right [Verse 2: Armond Wakeup] Since epiphany, it's been a different me I see the Lord's singing symphonies built out of centipedes These little we's These little weeds in the garden of Eden got me nostalgic God singing guard what you bleed from, I've been heartless Should have been bobbing and weaving But I'm Creed fighting Drago, I hardly perceive All that I was getting myself into Spending my life splitting myself in two Needles and camels need in my selfish views Let me move to Seattle where it rains And sneakers and tea is all I entertain, word to Renee A ghetto love is a law that we live by Hands lifted high, let me live in the sky Instead of here, where my little pride is a little biased I can rap circles around the globe, but consider retiring I'm more Marcus Allen than Marcus Graham Running from all that I am, like my art is a sham I should be feeding the homeless Reading extra Jesus and the Epistles But on the phone tweeting & scrolling Leading my home, preaching to the hopeless While hoping shorty responds to my texts I'm a mess, I digress Learning of the filth in my bloodline But is it vain if I put it in a punchline? The Sublime asking me what I got But I'm locked with my head on a swivel, now the plot thickens A lot's different, I just give it to God Or say I did, while I'm flicking my watch Licking a shot in this rat race What's more important, the spotlight or backstage? I lack chasing, it saved me, but also trapped me crazy My dad me to stack patience Practice graciousness, attach myself to greatness [Outro: Armond Wakeup] And that's the latest, right? I said that's the latest, right? Yeah, Armond and Taelor, right? I said Armond and Taelor, right? Yeah, play at your own risk Act like you know, we on some- Go ahead and cut it off