Dilla's Delights

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