The Diary

[Intro: Dankery Harv]

Yeah, yeah, what's the dealy?

My nigga Dilla – for life!

McNasty Records, uh, yeah

[Verse: J Dilla]

I come from a long line

Of pimps, hustlers, soldiers, and thugs

With 7 Mile in the vein, and soul through the blood

From a place called the Mo', dawg

Where most of my niggas can't hold a job

But they can hold them a gun

Born and raised in the heart of this bitch

My father done started this shit

I started spinning parties at six

Blessed with the hardest of kicks from Jangle to Magics

And my uncle used to be in the attic, sc-scr-scratching

He used to hit the weed and then pass it

Damn, look at me with the habit

Look at me counting my scratch, speeding through traffic

Uh! But – the flow is colder than the floor in a cell

So bring your weed, I got a story to tell

[Interlude: Dankery Harv]

Yeah, my nigga Dilla's been in the game for years, you know what I mean?

Respect the game, it's all real

So, yo – it's time to cake up, baby

[Chorus: J Dilla & Frank Nitt]

You think you know, you have no idea

This is the diary of who? (J Dilla)

You think you know, you have no idea

This is the diary of who? (J Dilla)

You think you know, you have no idea

This is the diary of who? (J Dilla)

You think you know, you have no idea

This is the diary of who? (J Dilla)

You think you know...