Come Get It - Jay Dee, J Dilla

Elzhi

J Dilla rock on

(Elzhi)

Yo I heard you was lookin for me

Well its sort a like you lookin to be in the wrong place

With your arms waving getting took for ya things

That ice emblem ya Benjamin and ya Timberland

My raps finish 'em like strokes to black citizens

Attack ya women friend

Pull her hair til its straight like she half Indian

Collapse many men doing laps around meridian

Aim for ya chest like I’m a titty man

Wit a fetish for feelin him wit a iron fist that lift like helium

What y’all niggas want shock therapy

Ya pop barely and fold up

Ya never blow up no

You full of hot air to me

Another rapper claimin he hot

But couldn’t be if he was Damien’s pop

That was once an angel from God

Get my jock out ya mouth now that I’m hot

Can’t believe nigga’s a stoop so low til they limbo with the cock

Well I’m

Tryin to get over like a Alche to sober nights

Y’all niggas ain’t spittin y’all just soakin mic

Getting hot headed

But my shoulders ice that’s why I catch the cold eye

That’s why you catchin holes guy inside ya four door ride

I left four more slide from out the barrel

Then my niggas speed a punch you in ya back to knock you out apparel

(J Dilla)

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

(Elzhi)

You lookin for me under a rock, a bush, or a tree

I jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep

(J Dilla)

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

(Elzhi)

You lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat

I bust off a Glock and snuff you til you put in the deep

If you want it, come and get it

(Elzhi)

Get ya best nigga out ya brigade

Bet everything becomes vague

Clothes become beige

And hearing sweet serenades and grenades

I bomb like Saddam twice

Smoke fills the room like the intercom vice

I’m wicked enough to punch you in your inner mind’s eye

Until you black out and wake up within the land of Mt. Zion

Whack niggas get screamed on

And highly retire

I got the eye of the tiger like Rocky’s theme song

Step in the concrete jungle

I bust you til you see doubles

Then watch all four of me reach for you

The heat bubble ready to cock back

I’m aimin shots at any nigga

I even got midgets wit triggers hidden inside of top hats

Ready to kill ya

We fully armed like Dr. Octagon

Skinny limbs that flip cocky arm

Cough up lung if you wanna tango

Best run ya ankles

You ain’t fly

Ya vocals sound dry like they under rain coats

And the same niggas that’s still after me

They get chills when it get back to me

Then peel back they feet like an athelete

Then when they turn they back to me dramatically

Them and the ground collide til they pop up on the other side wit the Japanese

I mean business

To oppose would be suicide

Ya middle name would be mud like kalauah slide

All you hear is slugs

So you move and dodge

And try to run for cover

I’m on some other, other, other

Skip ya level I’m above that

So what you love rap and you want mine

I make ya very punchline sound like love taps

They don’t hit right

Throw ya fist right

I fist fight with a mic

To submit like

To ya insight

Then I’m a leave ya area walked you

Arogant dogs

They claim you carryin sparks but couldn’t bury a corpse

(J Dilla)

Ha huh say

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

(Elzhi)

You lookin for me under a rock, a bush or a tree

I jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep

(J Dilla)

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at

(Elzhi)

You lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat

I bust off a Glock and snuff you til you put in the deep

Say uh

(*If you want it come and get it*)