The Mission (Stringed Out Mix)

[J Dilla]

Madlib turn the strings up

My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up

You won't need your heat this time around

I spits fire, it's like the rounds are rounds

In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggas

Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us

But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick

If you want the truth then that's just it

Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick

We all act, can we get them balls back

I keeps it simple as well as complicated

Jaylib for service, just compensate us

I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips

Caked rockin gators

It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B

Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire

[scratched in samples]

"Real game out here man, knahmsayin"

"The name is Dilla dog"

"For gosh sakes, what a nigga gotta do"

[J Dilla]

Now let me speak on these journalists

Only the ones who need to learn and listen

Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens

Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons

You heard me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty

Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin

Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin strings up

The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up

Jaylib baby don't forget the name

How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range

Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth

Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips

And who said producers ain't supposed to rap

They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps

Better not run them jibs or fibs no more

We pullin plugs so haters {*gunshots*}

[Outro]

Now, I know all y'all been all around

And dug damn near everything that goes down

And you know a nigga will brag and look clean

And I don't give a damn what happen, he's always on the scene

It ain't too much that pass a nigga's eyes

But he's a motherfucker, that's no lie {*laughter and applause*}

I know when y'all leave, y'all y'all gon' smoke that weed

Especially them niggas from Compton, they don't smoke nothin BUT some weed

They'll pass that damn mall, no shit

Say you can have a whole ounce of weed, that's right

I tried that shit, I smoked a joint last night

That shit improves your eyesight too, don't it so, shit

On a clear day I can see them countin that yang money over in Vietnam

No shit~! On a cloudy day I can see them jokers in New York

I was so fucked up the other night I dialed the operator

I said hey operator, give me head, long dick

The bitch hung up on me

I dialed right back I said hey operator I said gimme head on long distance

She said well drop a dime nigga that's a local call

{*live concert sound not part of the song for the last 30 seconds*}