Love Movin' - J Dilla, Black Thought

'Riq Gees, that’s what’s up

Dilla Dawg, that’s what’s up

Roots crew, that’s what’s up

We keep the ghe-tto twisting backwoods up

K. Rigg, that’s what’s up

Phil da Ag, that’s what’s up

J Ball, that’s what’s up

You know my niggas keep it ghe-tto, twisting backwoods up

I got a shit load of story tales up in my sack

So let all the drums and all the noise interact

Twist up a fat one and make my coffee black

The Grim Ripper, th-th-the boss is back

My nigga, fifteen minutes minus five is a dime

To jewel it or not, it ain’t a problem to shine

It’s why my man Dilla do it without even tryin'

The greatest hip hop producer of all time, dig it

We back on the job, having a good time with it

You gotta love it, we got it, you still tryna get it

The footprint in the booth on every continent

Step off the stage the whole crowd, that’s our hostages

And our sponsors is my marrow lynch mob

Hands on a long double barrel that the trench hide

Tired of being outside, breaking inside

First motherfucker that flinch, he getting french fried, yeah

That’s what’s up

Frank’n’Dank, that’s what’s up

'Riq Gees, that’s what’s up

You know my people keep it ghe-tto twisting backwoods up

Krondon, that’s what’s up, yeah

Kweli, that’s what’s up

Ayo Com, that’s what’s up

You know my people keep it ghe-ghetto twisting backwoods up

From the smoke of the basement to the pickings on the roof

I rock the house from out of solitary booth

I’m raw like the fury I instill in every booth

My name Black Thought from the legendary Roots

Guarding the gate, ill vibe off them snakes

Up in them sweepstakes, I’ma give these cats something to taste

Shot glass full of chemical waste

Mollywop smirks off your face

You get lurched off the base

Outside of the world premiere

Tusslin' for a parking space

To get a glimpse of the IMAX Theater rhyme creator

Deep concentrater, black activist agitator

Contemplating the outcome of engagement

Keeping patient, moving like a secret agent

Mic like a ball and chain, a lab calling my name

What the fuck, I’m 'bout to muscle the game

It’s 'Riq Gees, that’s what’s up

Gulity Simpson, that’s what’s up

Madlib, that’s what’s up

Yeah, keep it ghe-ghetto twisting backwoods up

Dilla Dawg, that’s what’s up, yeah

Turn it up, that’s what’s up, yeah

That’s what’s up, yeah

We keep it ghe-ghetto twisting backwoods up, yeah