Off Dilla\'s debut \"Welcome 2 Detroit.\"Lyrics:\n\nUh\nElzhi\nJ Dilla rock on\n\n(Elzhi)\nYo I heard you was lookin for me\nWell its sort a like you lookin to be in the wrong place\nWith your arms waving getting took for ya things\nThat ice emblem ya Benjamin and ya Timberland\nMy raps finish em like strokes to black citizens\nAttack ya women friend\nPull her hair til its straight like she half Indian\nCollapse many men doin laps around meridian\nAim for ya chest like I\'m a titty man\nWit a fetish for feelin him wit a iron fist that lift like helium\nWhat y\'all niggas want shock therapy\nYa pop barely and fold up\nYa never blow up no\nYou full of hotair to me\nAnother rapper claimin he hot\nBut couldn\'t be if he was Damien\'s pop\nThat was once an angel from God\nGet my jock out ya mouth now that I\'m hot\nCan\'t believe nigga\'s a stoop so low til they limbo with the cock\nWell I\'m\nTryin to get over like a Alche to sober nights\nY\'all niggas ain\'t spittin y\'all just soakin mic\nGetting hot headed\nBut my shoulders ice that\'s why I catch the cold eye\nThat\'s why you catchin holes guy inside ya four door ride\nI left four more slide from out the barrel\nThen my niggas speed a punch you in ya back to knock you out apparel\n\n(J Dilla)\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\n\n(Elzhi)\nYou lookin for me under a rock, a bush, or a tree\nI jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep\n\n(J Dilla)\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\n\n(Elzhi)\nYou lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat\nI bust off a glock and snuff you til you put in the deep\n\n(4x)\nIf you want it, come and get it\n\n(Elzhi)\nGet ya best nigga out ya brigade\nBet everything becomes vague\nClothes become beige\nAnd hearing sweet serenades and grenades\nI bomb like Saddam twice\nSmoke fills the room like the intercom vice\nI\'m wicked enough to punch you in your inner mind\'s eye\nUntil you black out and wake up within the land of Mt. Zion\nWake niggas get screamed on\nAnd highly retire\nI got the eye of the tiger like Rocky\'s theme song\nStep in the concrete jungle\nI bust you til you see doubles\nThen watch all four of me reach for you\nThe heat bubble ready to cock back\nI\'m aimin shots at any nigga\nI even got midgets wit triggers hittin the side of top hats\nReady to kill ya\nWe fully armed like Dr. Octagon\nSkinny limbs that flip cockyarm\nCough up lung if you wanna tango\nBest run ya ankles\nYou ain\'t fly\nYa vocals sound dry like they under rain coats\nAnd the same niggas that\'s still after me\nThey get chills when it get back to me\nThen peel back they feet like an athelete\nThen when they turn they back to me dramatically\nThem and the ground collide til they pop up on the other side wit the Japanese\nI mean business\nTo oppose would be suicide\nYa middle name would be mud like kalauah slide\nAll you hear is slugs\nSo you move and dodge\nAnd try to run for cover\nI\'m on some other, other, other\nSkip ya level I\'m above that\nSo what youlove rap and you want mine\nI make ya very punchline sound like lovetapsThey don\'t hit rightthrow ya fist rightI fist fight with a micTo submit liketo ya insightThen I\'m a leave ya area walked youArogant dogsThey claim you carryin sparks but couldn\'t bury a corpse(J Dilla)\nHa huh say\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\n\n(Elzhi)\nYou lookin for me under a rock, a bush or a tree\nI jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep\n\n(J Dilla)\nWhat you want, what you want, where youat, where you at\nWhat you want, what you want, where you at, where you at\n\n(Elzhi)\nYou lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat\nI bust off a glock and snuff you til you put in the deep\n\nSay uh\n\n(*If you want it come and get it*) Elzhi, Hip-Hop, J-Dilla, Slum-Village, Welcome-2-Detroit