Break Beat Benevolen,
If you don't know why you're here, it's to hear a story everyone has heard
James Brown's "King Heron"
Told from the view of Rosenkats and Gilidenster
See, that's the way Dilla made music
Much like the passing of oral tradition
The arrangement is changed around but the moral of the story is never missin
Dilla was inspirational, got Hollywood tryin to walk that walk
Redoing Hansel and Gretle, Jack and the Beanstok
What he did on the MP(C) you can't describe with verbs
What he did with music you can't really do with words
Whom so ever can recreate the Funky Drummer...
To most people, it was just another Friday
To a few, it was the day J Dilla died
To fewer still, it was the day the music stopped at an gut wrenching point
You can still hear his voice even though you'll never hear it again
Make a cage bird sing
Do you think they'll defy me, I who am king?
That would bring gold like flows wisemen bring.
It was Dope
Sky High, Hanging without a rope
No first class glass, just put me coach
In honor of those we cherish, we recite songs and hymns
Even the dead pay homage to him
seduced by the melody, see what it did to (Mi, Re, Do)
What he did on the MP(C) you can't describe with verbs/ What he did with music you can't really do with words