J Dilla
Wild
Motherfucking wild, homie check my style
Time going slow but ive been zoning for awhile
Arrive, the parties here, but bring your own blunts
Dont sponsor none of these women with lacefronts
Probably play your ass to get a stone
Probably give you dome for a ride home
I'm complex, a complicated math equation
For the duration im smoking like im jamaican
Jah, drops lower than the temp
Of my cold depths
My city dont really think that im cold yet
Please excuse your girlfriend's scraped knees
When you see me, salute at ease
Dont be up tight, who am I to cause
A ruckus,like the uncle,show these n***as no love
Her time of the month, to give my friend a rub
Not the time of the month, then I'mma use the glove

1,2,3,4, the party going wild and the police at the door
5,6,7,8 they broke the back door so there is no escape
Mr. dj turn the music down
Let a brother see whats going on with these clowns
Mr.officer, do we have issue
"we heard you were performing and we didn't wanna miss you"
Shit yeah, fuck yeah, now they on my side ho
The higher power kickin in , but bitch dont kill my vibe yo
Smoking bits of weed left my people worried
But, smoking lots of weed burnt away my worries
Son, grab a glass, get some ass while your at it
Get your first ass and then you become an addict
Nympho, they decipher my bars and realize I'mma skitzo
I fuck with yall, but realize yall ain't my kinfolk
Im going crazy in this house im bout to kill folk
I win ho. For real though