J Dilla - The Fisherman lyrics

[Hook] Don't talk, we ain't listening Don't need no lights, chain glistenin' One listen you hooked, the fisherman It's over when we apply pressure man, so Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Apply the pressure man [Verse 1: Illa J] I rain the hits on top of the world my brain is sick Took my dick up out this world I'm finna take a piss My wrist is You can see me from another galaxy Gotta be real flashy for that to be, possible But in my world the impossible is possible Tell 'em like Dilla told 'em Take you straight to the hospital When I feel the beat with all of my soul Fill the street with my songs Put my feet on the road Call it Beatles, Rubber Soul Cause I'm stunning yea I'm stunning I be signed I'm on the road Are you frontin', you runnin' cause your status level low Level zero and my blow the batters number O And [?] got our sleeves up Cause our whole team on flow You just mad cause you had to put your dream on hold Then you think how could you be so cold? Every time you see my Delicious Vinyl team logo Apply the pressure with my scarface, Al Pacino flow [Hook] [Verse 2:] Man, I try to tell them that this ain't regular rhetoric I'm in over aggressive, them n***as under competitive Talking a whole lotta nothing they been discussing As soon as I said it they serve the same purpose as sedatives They so simple and repetitive they need to get edited They know I'm at 'em they like "man, who let this n***a in?" My chain glisten but mane listen Me being here was never a lame mission Been going against the grain since I was sending dames And lane switching, chicken change Moving it powerful, play my position Everything you be itching they get it, yo listen to [?] I got life in the palm of my hand I'm pitching the b**h And I can't be the anecdote I'm leaving these n***as sick Like I thought he quit? n***a you wish, I'm on my sh** sh**, and Illa told me tell them n***as "shhh" [Hook] [Verse 3: Frank Nitt] Boss man on deck I can write raps for tracks and sign your check I'm a pillar of respect n***a, who you gon' tell? I deliver like Dilla got the [?] from [?] I'm sorry you n***as fell off, view from the bleachers And now them boys special, need more time with the teachers Like "Please, can you teach us?" Sit your a** down I come from the era where we just beat up the cla** clown Get in or get down, I catch you in cla** later My name is Frank Nitt but you call me the curator Muthaf**as [Hook]