Dilla's Delights Lyrics

You ain't heard of me, got the chakra, Jinchurriki

Criticism ain't hurting me, don't see it as a curse to me

I'm zoning, knock the beat out like some Melatonin

I can tell I'm chosen, and I say for certainly

Going to war with me and Rodie, the bad batch

Game a wasteland, I feel like Mad Max

These people so out of breath, they got some Anthrax

These pussies bleeding after words, get em a Tampax

I predict before it happens, and it turns out some damn facts

Invited to your home, but now they switching on you

Turning a Resident evil

So I be gone, and I'm shooting bitches like I'm Leon

I've been the missing piece, my journey for rap has been wicked

Where I'm missing peace

I see the industry, and I state the fake

They're missing me, they need to search out like Nathan Drake

Round two, Rodie bout to bring the monsoon

We grip the mic, show you motherfuckers how we do

Take em back, take em back to the nineties

Gods Glory power, something like nine teams

Me and Mitch shining something like high beams

When we done, the beat looking like a crime scene

If rap was a mountain, we on the hilltop

We never flip flop, the flows tip top

Skin thicker than Hillary Duff, the duffel is stuffed

Money bags, running it up, now count to

A hunnid, cause nobody fucking with us

Funny enough, in my sights you covering up

Rap game cluttering up, enough is enough

Time to take em all out, glock bubbling up

Summing it up, we about to take over

Who's the best? Gods Glory hoe, debate over