The Roots - Can't Stop This (tribute to J Dilla) | Текст песни

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[Intro:]
{"First Skipped Message. Sent Today at 5:47 P.M."}
"Yo My man, JD was a true Hip-Hop artist
... I can't explain the influence that his mind & ear have had on my band myself & the careers of so many other artists.
The most humble, modest, worthy & gifted beatmaker I've known.
& definitely the best producer on the mic.
Never without that signature smile & head bouncin' to the beat.
JD had a passion for life & music & will never be forgotten.
He's a brother that was loved by me & I love what he's done for us.
& although I'm happy he's no longer in the pain he's been recently feelin'
I'm crushed by the pain of his absence.
Name's Dilla Dog & I can only rep the real & raw.
My man, Dilla, rest in peace."

{*moans*}

{"Ooh, but baby you..."}
{"Who is it ... is it?}"
{"There comes a time...."}
(*Samples repeated throughout the track*)

[Verse 1: Black Thought:]
Last of the red hot, Hip Hop-loving lovin' MC's
That came up poor, grits & government cheese
The only thing I ever really loved in my life, was a mic
Some of my niggas fell in love with MP's, come on
Work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys
I'm tryin' to get a piece of this government green
& smack 'em in the melon with another LP
Come on help a couple people in the struggle get free
We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock
& it's hard 'cause opportunity be scared to knock
& mo' people in the 'hood found dead from cops
Than guns that drop, that sprayed off random shots
But whatcha know good, people say they in the hood fo' good
You ain't a prisoner, the world got mo' to it
Sky's the limit, it don't take but a minute
Don't fear for your people, nigga, my 'hood's yo' 'hood {*echoes*}
Yeah ... we did it...

[Chorus: Black Thought:]
I know in these tryin' times it feels confusin'
That's why I came to y'all to dance to the music
Unless we face it first & try not to lose it
Even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This. [echoes]

[Verse 2: Black Thought:]
They Can't Stop This, I want my peoples to rock this
Bang this music in your speakers & boxes
Langston Hughes about as a deep as my thoughts is
Sit back & I'm a paint you a portrait
This stress can make you think you are lost
This shit can have you exhausted
Just picture the planet & imagine it's yours, kid
Don't ever let nobody knock you out of your orbit
I never seen a bridge we couldn't shuffle across it
We got alot of people livin' a life, that's pure trivia
Real Hip-Hop, are they tryin' to get rid of ya
Can't have that, because here come, the city of Philly
Put an end to all the trivia, really
Where I'm walkin' everybody ain't pretty or friendly
It's work, my whole life they ain't give me a penny
Comin' up between a rock & a hard, watchin' for God
People Hip-Hop & with no option at all
Yo ... it's how it's goin' down...

[Chorus: Black Thought:]
I know in these tryin' times it feels confusin'
That's why I came to y'all to dance to the music
Unless, we face it first & try not to lose it
Even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This. [echoes]

[Verse 3: Black Thought:]
We bring the hard with pieces part of raps, the special sounds
The robe's long enough to be considered a gown
Thought's brim's sharp enough to be considered a crown
When the plate come, take some, pass it around
It's the last of the Hip-Hop lovin' MC's
In front of an audience that never been pleased
I'm comin' from all the streets that never been cleaned
& speakin' for any faith that never been see

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