Reunion

[Verse 1: J Dilla] Yo, El' and 'Tin killing em, '3 killing 'em You thought we broke up, and we was just reassemblin' Ladies and gentlemen, you bear witnessin' the Villa In some classic shit, like Vans emblems It's the guerrilla pimps, we busting denim in The club that you can't wear your denim in Freakin' a rhyme, 'til every line ends with a din-in-in You don't wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands Shout to my nigga, Killa Ghanz And all of my peeps that rep more D than 12 Eminems Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in? Fuck with this? It's ya loss, Gilligan Sounds similar, I'm not feelin 'em Get the balls, like Venus in Wimbledon While I'm in them fly whips, five wheelin' them On some Kim and them, "All About the Benjamins," baby! Yeah! [Hook: Black Milk] Still here, never left, just switched the style up Came through, made moves to get the crowd up It's hard time, "V" time, nigga, your time's up Get riled up for the Reunion [Verse 2: T3] El' killin' em, Dilla killin' 'em Maybe we could hook up again back with 'Tin n' 'nem Together again like armed forces On some Fantastic Four, Four Horsemen Can't do it without your crew, boy Guess who, boy? Comin' through with two, boy Nobody but us, had rap in a clutch Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch Some couldn't feel our style or feel our flow Never talked our slang, never walked our road All they know is these niggas is "Tainted" Don't know about them Rovers that's candy-painted We been misquoted, misconstrued Misunderstood and overused So we take this time to set the record straight Critics get the di-dick, we did it anyway Now, you hear our raps with Dilla, you all on the team 'Til you heard 'Tin was gone, was a part of the scheme See? We still got love, where was you at? 'Cause a nigga go solo, think we turn our backs? Maybe we'll reunite on some shit like that But I gotta set it straight 'fore you twists the facts, nigga! [Hook: Black Milk] Still here, never left, just switched the style up Came through, made moves to get the crowd up It's hard time, "V" time, nigga, your time's up Get riled up for the Reunion [Verse 3: Elzhi] Yo, 'Tin killin' em, '3 killin' 'em You thought we broke up, and, yeah – you right, we really did I wrote a verse that I recited; it was hot But I had to rewrite it, 'cause I thought we was united, and we not And though all the love that I got for you, partner I picked apart ya words and I'm shocked in the interviews I been accused of not carin' when the city threw your furniture out It's not fair when I'm learnin' about How stressed you feel in a article Forget a rhyme, I'm just as real when I talk to you And you know that we share Kodak moments I wish we could go back, but don't act like you wasn't Buggin' out like a phone tap, chasin' cars in the street I saw you throw up hard in the sink Then, after, hit the bar for a drink Who asked you to slow down? Even though niggas told me you was gon' clown But I tried, and you know I cried when I saw you Wildin' at the State Theatre, near the door by the side Wanted to throw you in the trunk and find a preacher for you 'Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you Sinkin' fast in the deepest soil Your parents finally got you some help, you came out seemin' normal And I heard you on medication Had an illness you couldn't heal with herbs and meditation And believe me, me and T3 kept it low Don't take it as a diss, this is just to let you know That I love you; but, watch the company you keep Swearing niggas don't care, but they love you in the streets Get your mind right, nigga!