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!