J Dilla
Life
(wo wo/woe woe) let me tell you something
Before you go and fail yourself
There’s always another way to (Help/hell-up)
You know what's right
Light up in the sky
The sight of wonder for a child
You got yours and I got mine
This is my modus operandi
Magnum opus half open- an album in mind
Help close the folklore
Gravitate exposure
To those hopeless and unspoken
A locus imagination even magic finds incogent
Home for homeless, affluent, and important
No more homoscedastic global ignorance, living deplorable yaw out the rat race
Score for your conscience
Who’s there knockin [at the door knocking]
Scalin elated inalienable rights cross continents
From russet to Compton, Brussels to Congo
No nonsense bravado
4 scores and my dub
Makes a hundred oblations burned to my god (... ma goddd)
Aficionado of Hip Hop
The philologist know my stuff original
Costs a lot more than lots of Ocelot
Written word called critical
Undetermined at first if it’s really gon work
Will it be a rill or a river
Pharmacopoeia
Long term panacea
Or just disappear
What’s life around here?
Hybristophilia, chalcolithic duplicitous rancid milieu
Putrefaction, it’s all here
Polymath with acuity Masque chaste with ambiguity
Have a renewal we found a new Uthlanga
We can’t stay much longer until we have to move or
Do something cool-True School- troubadours sui generis
Make Reuel the ruins built, rudiment{ary}
1world 1Life 1Time to tell if it’s right- pick well
I write didactic like Hesiod verse
With gravitas about Saturn’s rule
We’ll work it out well like Amratians with gold
Perfectly handmade a beautiful Earth
New age in the making
Appellation 1ove