The Throwaway [The Lost Scrolls Mix]

[Intro: Illa J and (Frank Nitt)]

Feature presentation... Yancey Boys (Boiiis)

"Right by da beach!" ("Bombaclot!" "Oui!")

[Verse 1: Illa J]

Uh! You think you know me but you don't know me

You never knew me, yeah, you'll never know me

Stay out of my business, homie

And I'm not buying no more of your baloney

You phonies think you the homie?

Well gimme my cheese back, you rats

'Cause you can't do nothing to me, yeah, back to back situations

While we sit here blazing back to back blunts

While I sip on the half and half lemonade

Reminiscing about the past – remember thе Dillalade?

First Dewitt, then Dilla, Illa J

Hatеrs been afraid, 'cause I'm the new generation

But they paying attention today

Now we'll be conversation, mention the name – Illa J, that's my name

And Yancey Boys is my team

And J Dilla's my brother and that's the reason I'm famous

For all the progress I'm making

For all the money I'm stacking

For all the blunts that I'm wrapping

The drums are forever slipping

[Chorus: Illa J and Frank Nitt]

Here they come, y'all – here they come

You can run away

So mad I should hit you with the throwaway

But I'ma keep it hidden like a stowaway

But if you want this, then you gotta pay

Aye!

Here they come, y'all – here they come

Here they come, y'all – here they come

Here they come, y'all – here they come

[Verse 2: Frank Nitt]

Hey niggas, you can hate me from afar

Cuz the name is Frank Nitty and I care not who you are

I'm a motherfuckerin star, reason I'm shining in the night

Stay yo' ass at ground level, you can watch me take a flight

And you can watch the shuttle disappear

And where you're tryna go, my nigga, I'm already there

So happy I arrived, for you it's a No Fly Zone

A million flight miles, believe me, they punch the time code

Passport's stamped up, niggas F'ed up

And slam dance to the funk and get drunk

And I'm not buying, that's an average Tuesday

When they hear we coming they collectively lose they (shittt)

And I am the beacon for what you came for

I light up the path, I am the damn torch

So you could do it right or get burned

That's what happens when you play, when will you learn?

Ya heard?!

[Chorus: Illa J and Frank Nitt]

Here they come, y'all – here they come

You can run away

So mad I should hit you with the throwaway

But I'ma keep it hidden like a stowaway

But if you want this, then you gotta pay

Aye!

Here they come, y'all – here they come

Here they come, y'all – here they come

Here they come, y'all – here they come