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Dilla Day EP

by Milkdrop

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1.
Mic Check 01:44
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“Mic Check” They say Milk got a certain type of flow now, They can see the growth so I’m putting toes down, Oh how the mighty don’t wan test the pen game, Bar for bar got that spark for your sensei, Jog your heart send chills to your vertebrae, Extend quills to your brain resurface frames, Curve verdicts send service to your murder rates, Stems certain to lend curtains of a certain shade, Got that heat draw the meek from where serpents lay, Paint visuals Van Gogh off stain pain into spittle, Same claim my name aimed at the gritters, Phrase run nothing saved for the tank or played dumb, Never in the cards send sentences to frauds, So sever the applause, Keep hands high like a Reverend’s entering a mosque….
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Be Still My Soul 04:32
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“Be Still My Soul” Still here staring at the night sky speaking to clouds, Still a go to feature 16’s sequenced for the speakers and the crowd, Still hangs on every word hoping they can see where I’ve been, Still silent not just to keep mysetery rather deal it within, Keep my pen as an extension of the appeal with the phflegm, Still on my private talk no desire to ever let rivals stock, Ammo leave truth in camo for the life that dialed off, Catch me looking ugly on page never mulling ‘bout stutters laced, Still humble faced, But still yelling CMON MAN LOOK AT ME with a grace you can’t cut away, Still a 100 still got a 1000 for the herb types, Saying word life, Still on 35 headed to record 4’s to burn the turnpike, Still the longest drive still swerving lanes to hit booths first, Repping Soul Pro and Dat Gang with Lamb and Legion as the crew for new shirts, Brewing up new works, Still prolific don’t miss what I’m doing there’s movement in the used dirt, Still stirring up verbage for you to verbalize enhancement, Straight to vertebrae my verses laid to certify your dance steps, Still on my one two shuffle and the hustle is raw, So be still my soul while the struggle evolves…. -HOOK- Be still my soul….hold tight, Be still my soul….leave me just this mic, Be still my soul….hold tight, Be still my soul, Be still my soul…. With every piece of the soul I have, I hold my pad and, Fold my hands, Prayers and words curving, Each layer that burns urgent, Tailored each versed version, And almost caught the tail of the hearse swerving, Still spit for each loaned moment to service each sermon, Though this surgeon isn’t out to denote poems, As mode for those that have gon hopeless, There’s folk that have learned motion is only motive for false acts, We fall patched down to particles no pardon for stalled laps, As the careless sit to tear tissue, With no char-ity and bare-ly the clar-ity to carry issues, We all want to place problems on the starving even with the knowledge that no one is buried with you, So this life is mine even ‘mongst the scary miscues, I’m preparing the fruits of my labor not to savor but to make sure the cherry hits you, Seen it all with the sense to bury beneath, Don’t peer in the fierce just keep staring at sheets, Focused on the poems words a locust swarm in the warm breeze, Saved this past the summer sun till fortune formed in the torn leaves, Wrote till Winter turned butter to spit it all your core deep, So this is my encore speech, On fours to get you on board when you want sleep, No pillow talk filters locked for quotes that boast fleets, So there’s no need to not know about the soul I have…. -HOOK- Be still my soul….hold tight, Be still my soul….leave me just this mic, Be still my soul….hold tight, Be still my soul, Be still my soul…. There’s a reason for hope, In this season of growth I am deep with an oath, To put meaning to quotes, Till what I treat to the poems seeps into throats, No chaser there’s a place for your tastebuds being chased pure, Cuz I keep a high energy, Grinding never sleep never slip of let em breathe, This rap sh*t is no Lennon won’t tell it that I’ll let it be, You don’t want beef I’m at ease with no letters ceased, Please don’t believe that these bars mean if you step up I’m not set up to make you catch a ream, To forehead no force stretched to forcep you from your ego large, Spit on needles far before you put needles in your emo arms, I’m an eagle sparked in flight in sight of where the evil harms, They can’t stop how I’m branding the hands that I’ve spawned, I was born in the fog on a lawn while darelicts were dancing at dawn, So now with every carved nitch I’m siding with Darwin at how my stance has evolved…. -HOOK- Be still my soul….hold tight, Be still my soul….leave me just this mic, Be still my soul….hold tight, Be still my soul, Be still my soul….
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Fall In Love (Reprise) 03:53
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“Fall In Love” (Reprise) Ladies be loving me like some well…. maybe, Just a little cuz for a time I fell and felt shading, Became Slim to the ribs but never felt Shady, Put an extra notch in my belt and learned how to pot gravy, So do I know her no words, Knew is truth is I grew firm, Till I grouped onto loose form, Went from warm to wearing loose fur in this cold world, Lose touch cuz I used up the moved pearls, Went from a diamond to finding my timing in the rough, Driving in circles searching blindly, For what was always lying in my trunk, Went from a Tiger to a line of liars supplying to the fronts, Allowed myself to trifle from the guidance just to idle in the clutch, Stuck under a pile of desire just to run, Back to what I tried to replace twice and should’ve brided from the jump…. -HOOK- The things we do to fall in love, We say and do are all because, The love is real till all is done, The things we do to fall in love…. Haters got nothing to say now….maybe, Cuz the flow went from Reggie to soooo faded, Progression so adjacent, My table placement and role have grown 80, Degrees from the separation that measured what I’m saying, So I’m staying far from any talk about being coupled up, On my bars and that’s all me and the team ‘bout to double up, Me and the schemes ‘bout to huddle for another run, Cuz everything is different now that moments have passed, heart never closed it’s just that I froze what used to open my grasp, and they said low key I got the album of the year though, nah folk but I can say my outlook is looking clear dope, so even though I’ve bloomed what used to consume my soul is a weird rose, and words that used to be glued are now steered clear of my ear-lobe, don’t loathe it but don’t quote it, I’m sitting with a Shakespeare’s focus, But pitching in a faith steered Focus, On that rideout cuz right now I can’t escape mirrors cloaking…. -HOOK- The things we do to fall in love, We say and do are all because, The love is real till all is done, The things we do to fall in love….
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Meteor 02:52
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“Meteor” This feels like Dilla I don’t need to check, Here to spread that good word don’t need the check, Save your praise cuz I know cats slow speed respect, Especially in my city so many shooting for the Top 5, Or really shooting I mean we’ve got 2 blocks in the Top 5, I’m on my Kans City soul sh*t with no worries of glory sent, Cuz I’m humble remember the days I spent scrounging up 40 cents, And yeah I lost the love of my life but that’s not where the story ends, So in my mind I find you corny if, You try forming what it isn’t pouring sense, Fell back twice never will I need to pull the cord again, Don’t bring the chorus in, Loop it for 24 more before we shorten it, Then bring it back to the one let the drums run proportionate, To my soul no need for forcing it, You see my only formid-able opponent is, Myself and even he can get the biz fam, No difference I keep everything personal in business, Soul Pro and Dat Gang my personnel spits them images you can’t Instagram, Step in my light catch an instant tan, D*mn how he suck all the air out the room in an instant man, Somebody get a fan, Cuz I’m not even close to cooling off, Visine when my mind schemes y’all don’t know what to do with Drop… -HOOK- Just a little bit of soul for your heart for your mind, For your climb for your rise, For your falls for the stars you’re reaching for, You see em like a meteor…. The flow’s grown too intricate for me to give heavy dosage, Bars already potent, Quoteds now have that focus choking these petty poets, God spark my art off banging in the Temple, Pain all off, So no more angles for your hearts loss only aiming at ya temple, Got that anchored spit put it on you from head to toe you can wear it as an ankelet, Get your ankles set taped for the big game and get, Laced up even if you’re bench riding plan for the team, Towel wave till the route is paved dance onto dreams, Cuz even John Salley made a career out of sitting and got a handful of rings, So we molding champion sounds for the rafters, After the trophy is cased, Cuz they tried to take the breath from my city but the soul is replaced, So I’m stroking each page, And each folder I’ve portioned is on course for the blaze, Cuz I’m on lock to the fleets, On my next year’s rise already figuring what not to release, Got that knock to add a notch to the sheets, My resume is retrograde stock no need to posture the heat, My roster is deep like Islamics all shieks on the sheets have you lost in the beats, Bar none what I scribe gives you that live view, A ride through of my life rhymed into designed fuel…. -HOOK- Just a little bit of soul for your heart for your mind, For your climb for your rise, For your falls for the stars you’re reaching for, You see em like a meteor….
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Passed Down 02:53
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“Passed Down” Write like what I scribe has a stem to measure posture, Each breath another set of tethered proverbs, Every step to mesh with the wrong turns my flesh Is offered, Off runs though still ill as a velvet coff-in, When text is put into a blend and doctored, Everyone glancing at the kid to put a lid on the lense alotted, With every plot keyed I assemble each heartbeat, And write like what eye dot depended on it, What I’ve got is a whole lot left in the tank to pass out, Though there’s a whole lot at stake I won’t complain I will pass routes, Never curl as the world slants rates I’ll stay in my lanes like they are pass routes, Stay on my game as this weight won’t stay on my frame I can’t fast doubts, Take my daily bread and grind in the spread till receiving what’s passed down, Luggage rack flow no overdraft racks but we over hats, Bonus raps on stage casting shadows like an overpass, Set to stain the gravel with your overbite if you sorta write, Let’s talk rhymes cuz offline most of these cats need to shorten mics, I’ve fortified my fours on a course to leave you mortified, Got a war inside my lines an won’t advise you where the mortars fly, Take your organs and won’t play chords to restore the important forces prone to slide, Look in my eyes you see survival tactics active as a forest fire, Forging wires so pick to snip or sit with the bomb that pops like swollen tires, Fold your iris no hands down cuz I’d bluff a pair of two’s, Rhymes tough lines tucked that’d snuff a pair of goons, Cuz I clutch your changing steps with no sense in comparing shoes, It seems the rules done changed now we’re stepping in for tastes, Just wishing I had enough spit whistled for those not stepping to my face….

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released February 7, 2013

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