[Intro:]

{"Saved Message. Today at 5.47 PM"}

"My man, JD, was a true hip hop artist

... I can't explain the influence that

his mind and ear have had on my band

myself and the careers of so many other

artists. The most humble, modest, worthy

and gifted beatmaker I've known. And

definitely the best producer on the mic.

Never without that signature smile and head

bouncin' to the beat. JD had a passion for

life and music, and will never be forgotten.

He's a brother that was loved by me, and I

love what he's done for us. And though I'm

happy he's no longer in the pain he'd been

recently feelin', I'm crushed by the pain of

his absence. Name's Dilla Dog and I can only

rep the real and raw. My man, Dilla, rest in

peace."



[moans]



{"Ooh, but baby youuuu..."}

{"Who is it ... is it?}"

{"There comes a time...."}

[Samples repeated throughout the track]



[Verse 1: Black Thought]



Last of the red hot (red hot), lovin' emcees

Who came up poor, grits and government cheese

The only thing I ever really loved in my life, was a mic

Some of my niggaz fell in love with MPs, come on

Work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys

I'm tryin'a get a piece of this government green

And smack 'em in the melon with another LP

C'mon, help a couple people in the struggle get free

We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock

and it's hard, 'cause opportunity be scared to knock

and 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 and try not to lose it

even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This (stop this)



[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Can't Stop This, I want my peoples to rock this

Bang this music in your speakers and boxes

Legs and users, 'bout as a deep as my thoughts is

Sit back and I'mma paint you a portrait

This stuff can make you think you are lost

This shit can have you exhausted

Just, picture the planet and imagine it's yours, kid

Don't ever let nobody knock you outta your orbit

I never seen a bridge we couldn't shuffle across it

We got a lotta people livin' a life, that's pure trivia

Real hip hop, I ain't tryin'a 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' er'ybody ain't pretty or friendly

It's work, my whole life they ain't give me a penny

Comin' up between a rock and a hard, watchin' for God

People, hip hop, and 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 and try not to lose it

even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This (stop this)



[Verse 3: Black Thought]



We bring the (?) part of raps, the special sounds

The robe's long enough to be considered a gown

Thought's pen is 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' emcees

In front of an audience that never been pleased

I'm comin' from all the streets that never been cleaned

and speakin' for any faith that never been seen

This debeneir style of my words is high-calibre

Speakin' my mind for every day that's on the calendar

'cause I'll'a been quiet, about as long as I can handle it

Walked a mile in these boots that I'm standin' in

Mellow soul brother with his lyrical dean on

The stages I'm seen on, mic I fiend on

When it's all full of soul, that's when it means more

I never hesitate to give a shoulder to lean on, yo

... Check it out, man



[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 and try not to lose it

even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This (stop this)



[A series of people pay tribute to J Dilla to fade]