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    "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."

    "Ooh, but baby youuuu..."
    "Who is it ... is it?"
    "There comes a time...."

    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
    Yeah, ... we did it...

    [REFRÃO]
    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)

    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...

    REFRÃO
    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)

    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

    REFRÃO
    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)

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