Of

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Verse]

Young peerer over Dilla

Behind the mic like the wheel of a vehicular killer

The threading, put it together like a three minutes to wedding

In less than three minutes of meddling, over melody and grand piano peddlings

I do represent the mind like IQs, intelligent signs in our kinds of haiku

Cobra Kai turn high top fade to Caillou, who inspect a man stance and fight the kaiju

Way beyond a hundred kicks, breaking bottom bricks and he on number six

This is that “there should be a name for it”

Hideo should go and make a game for it

Mama should make you change for it

Kinda rap that sends jaguars running back into the rain forest

Plans over panic, when Superman scans deadpan over planets

Make the fat man hand over the ham jam and lamb and Spam sandwich

A face black eyes and hand-to-hand damage

Make ‘em believe you can manage to have swam the span, fam

It's Sesame the bird big, and the master plan mammoth

Yeah!

(Pharaoh)