Lyrical wonderland desolated hopin for emcees miracles,
In the deepest of hearts bringing the spark from within,
Mental bars left for dead, my pen wept in denial,
Retreatin’ to a quiet place, to determine my hip hop fate,
Fame is fleeting, resolved to leave my cyphers in flames,
A phoenix reborn, as they welcome ADilla,
Riding over J-Dilla beats, Slum Village mindframe,
Never leave a written lonely in Mac Mitten a emcee never bitten,
Fittin’ to feel the South in their mouth,
With an Detroit flow over a bluesy beat B.B. King style
Wild the call of the musical unattached child,
Late into the night dreaming, of the rights of accolades to percolate,
Straight into the lion’s den when the rhythms were first laced,
Created by the hate of oppression, in the present day it’s our debate,
A guitar riff controlled by lyrical strife, chaos maintain by industry shadows,
Vinyl wrapped tical rap, from J-Dilla to Adilla,we leave them hanging in a Thrilla
……Detroit city , J-Dilla, take this beat out…………..(beat fades out)
