J Dilla - They Don't Want It lyrics

[Intro] [Skyzoo talking]: J Dilla on the drums. Huh. Custom Made Entertainment. Let's go [Hook] [Skyzoo]: They don't want it Nah, they don't want it (they don't want it) They don't want it Nah, they don't want it (they don't want it) They don't want it Nah, they don't want it (they don't want it) They don't want it Nah, they don't want it (they don't want it) [Verse One] [Skyzoo]: One for the money, two for bitties and pretty cars Three for Hennessy, Dilla beats and Biggie bars I rap better than whoever you got your paper on And my kick game like Savion Put it together, it's none better so they call me "The Flow-er" But y'all don't get the message till your check don't show up Believe I send the word and your name's on all four Internet game's like Paul Wall's As far as my set go... We blend with the drums like geckos And Spalding b**hes, we check hoes Check two models at the same time, blowin' a bone One black, one white, call it Oreo dome I'm good And y'all runnin' with your battery charged But you look like a DeBarge and you sound like Marge Get the f** outta Dodge when we in the room Tell 'em C.M.E.'s the dudes At the end of the day... [Hook] [Verse Two] [Torae]: My introduction to rap with Nino's introduction to crack If you move the work smarter you can double your stack So I doubled my work load like the Carter was back Then move bars like a prison attack Tell them n***as get back When grown folks talk and respect the speech The rap MLK and I have A Dream My squad seeing me, to spell y'all E.N.D That's lights out for n***as who can't read It's my air n***a, you can't breath I inhale in the booth The exhale will sound better than you I'm light years way ahead of ya crew And take orders from no man My n***as tell you what to do But here's a little bit of advice to use for the moment You need to not f** with the dudes that I roll with Wrote it, spoke it, tote it and have 9th record it I tried to give 'em a j**el, but Sky, they don't want it Nah [Hook] [Verse Three] [Yatta Barz]: They say I ain't gettin' busy no more My game stepped up, I elevated the floor The bottom's lookin' thin, that's exactly where I'm from So my heart won't forget cause the pain is within This ain't a love song, this is the war zone You better lace up your shoes, put your gloves on I'm at 360 and I ain't turn the oven on So that bullsh** you callin' 'hot', there's nothin' to him Think I got my back against the wall Bodies all around it resembles a morgue Last man standin', first man dumpin' with the cannon Abandon, your ? should've canned him Anybody that ask me about Sky or Tor's biz They gon' go Up In Smoke like the tour did And now you really hotter than you think Osama Bin Yatta comma, the problem's in the ink But they don't want it [Hook] [Verse Four] [Zeqway]: Back to business, flow ridiculous Y'all know I'm sick with it No antidote to fix the sh** The tradition is no form of switchin' sh** Do your crime, do your time, grown man business Stack chips and all kinds of dividends I let it rain, right where your river ends Fast laneing in the whip, fast laneing with your b**h Stack change till I get rich I ain't playin', this is it Cause Zeqway's on his bullsh** Your act's weak like Busta Rhymes in Full Clip And when I speak, the whole streets asks "Who's this?" The black boy with stripes like Adidas kicks You ain't seein' this and it's nothin' but G in this And y'all p**y, nah, matter of fact y'all tuna fish Yeah, I'm Slick, just a fact, I'm ruling this And y'all ain't movin' this, I move b**hes like Ludacris [Hook]