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J Dilla In The Studio

You are the peanut to my butter,
twinkle in my eye,
shake to my bake,
blue in my sky,
flip to my flop,
bumble to my bee,
jewel on my crown,
milk to my shake,
spring in my step,
beat of my heart,
love of my life.

And I don’t give a shit about being wild rich
Just make me comfortable and I’ll deal with it
Your lust for the riches make a nigga feel sick
Down to his zealots, upchuck and then spit
Denouncing my beliefs, well then your wig get split
Lay your egos on the ground so that you’ll benefit
You can take these words and relay it to your clique
Take some time for your mind and get off them head trips