Hold Tight

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

Uh – hold tight, this is the last time ya hear me

I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me

Niggas in the game is getting too slimy

Liable to make this peace brother turn grimey

I'ma leave it in the hands of the Slum now

Take it away from where it comes from now

A lot of you cats in the music business –

Shiftless, I'll put you on the shit list

Did your intuition say to shit on me?

I'ma just flip careers – yo, you hearin' me, b?

D'Angelo – play your piano

Jay Dee – flip another beat for me

Hold tight, with Baatin and my nigga T3

Busta Bus – watch out for who you trust

Ali Shaheed – it's your blood that I bleed

Yes, Phife – for you, I will give my life

It's the Ummah shit for real, 'til there's no more light

All you foul motherfuckers – change your wrong to right

Make sure y'all bring the music to the aerial flight

Hold tight

[Hook: J Dilla, (Q-Tip)]

Hold tight... (Haha-ha-haha-ha... hold tight)

Hold tight...

Ya ask that, "what you do, yo?"

Hold tight... "yeah, SV, what you do, yo?"

Hold tight...

[Verse 2: J Dilla]

You don't pay attention, man

That's why your money is the size of yo' attention span

Yo... (yo...) yo... there's something I gotta mention – damn...

Now who the fuck is this sittin' in my session, man?

This is my project, ho, on some MC Shan

Not yours – what's your intentions, man?

You're probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand

What the fuck? Niggas never learn they lesson, man

I try my best not to hold the Smith & Wesson, man

But I gotta hold something, 'cause niggas test you, man

Anyway – yo... keep it moving, keep the questions and –

Maybe I can bless you with the test presses, man

Until then –

[Hook: J Dilla, (T3)]

Hold tight... (Tight...)

Hold tight... (Tight...)

Hold tight... hold–tight–hold tight

[Verse 3: T3]

Guess – who's making these cheese, these cash, these duc's?

So much–cash in my hands, that I got paper cuts

(They gonna....) try to become a winner–try to get with us

Ahhh – that's one of the reasons I had to fuck you up

I caught you peepin' in my window, try'na see what I'm doin'

So I–pulled out the .45 and commence to start shootin' (See ya!)

See, I missed with every bullet 'cause you was keeping it moving

Now that's-um– a-amusin' though – watch what you doing

[Hook: T3, (Baatin)]

So, hold tight...

Hold tight (Hold tight) – ho-hold tight, tight...

Hold tight (Hold tight) – yo–keepin' it tight, tight...

[Verse 4: Baatin]

You don't understand

I've been doing this shit–since Duran Duran

Now I'm on some ol' – "make ya cash, buy land"

I'm outta this – 'cause you don't appreciate

I step up in the place – trying to cultivate

You're sippin' on your Tanqueray, whilst we levitate

You ain't got no reason to celebrate

You're caught up in my trap, sealing ya fate

Never was it once you'd co-operate

Which led you to self-destruct–inside ya hate

I hope you're feeling better now – hold tight to my rhyme

Nigga, don't cry – it's alright, you could move at ya own pace

All together now:

[Hook: Baatin]

Hold tight – ho-h-ho-hold tight...

Hold tight – o-oh-oh-hold tight...

Hold tight, hold tight... yeah...