Dilla Time (Listening to J Dilla)

(Just chillin) In Winchmore Hill listening to Dilla, playing DOTA, planning like Corleone and Sosa
But not to kill or sell no coke, naw, just pay bills, n not be broke, Or
to have no bills, but firewood, fireplace, and best tings at my place.

Big tings a gwan in my life and the best vibes in my face…

Casually confidently attacking the microphonics tactically
with strategy like a Shogun in a battle, the katana in his hand leading

the cavalry… mixed with Adventure Time and Giles from Buffy. Trust me
the one-man Samurai battalion. Ask yourself “how can it be?”

Transmute that military vibration with One Love emphatically backtracking, we
want World Peace… and co-create with our extended family.

Like a fertile field in sunshine our tribe grows naturally organically.
Taking short moments many times to rest and manifest the clarity.

…Nothing exists. What persists, our mind co-creates.
And there is no place our minds you can locate.

The universal mind wakes in mindscapes beyond time or space.
Timeless as moonlight’s grace shining off lakes.

(Just Chillin)

In Winchmore Hill listening to Dilla, playing DOTA, planning like Corleone and Sosa
But not to kill or sell no coke, naw, just to pay bills, n not be broke, Or
to have no bills, but firewood, fireplace, and best tings at my place.

Big tings a gwan in my life and the best vibes in my face…

(Slum Village lyrics)

….To fall in love

….with the things you do

Don’t sell yourself

To fall in love

….With the things you do)

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They try to judge our children by constant examination
but that won’t reveal all their skills or all of their motivation,

we’re governed by thieves and liars in most developed nations,
I wonder which generation will be first to run out of patience.

Be your own source of… Inspiration. Find that fire inside.
Be your own source of love. Love yourself and each other yeah, even your dark side.

Stop… Slow it down.
Relax… Hold it down. .

VERSE 1:

I dreamed of a way out, dumped in my head as a one-part package as if
inspiration was data and information translated into vibration from Galactic

Central. Has the whole world gone mental? It’s like a maze,
with Pacman running from ghosts… and I’m amazed

how each generation copes with learning the ropes
of how to succeed in a society with increasingly twisted principles,

media encourages selfish service to self instead of selfless service to sister or brother,
or instead of seeing self as one with all, or the self as one with ‘other’.

Stop… Slow it down.
Relax… Hold it down. Now come again.

How come again our team should trust a politician like Constantine to edit what God could mean?
Don’t you frown… You don’t have to get bored among the… hum drum again.

Live a life of jams with hang drums, tongue drums… and fun with yer friends.
Then home alone with Radiohead… yeah, songs like The Bends.

Rely on your self to supply to yourself love and inspiration
so love from other’s just a bonus positive vibration.

CHORUS:

They try to judge our children by constant examination
but that won’t reveal all their skills or all of their motivation,

we’re governed by thieves and liars… in most developed nations,
I wonder which generation will be first to run out of patience.

Be your own source of Inspiration. Find that fire inside.
Be your own source of love. Love yourself and each other yeah, even your dark side.

Stop… Slow it down.
Relax… Hold it down. Now come again.

(Just Chillin)

In Winchmore Hill listening to Dilla, playing DOTA, planning like Corleone and Sosa
But not to kill or sell no coke, naw, just to pay bills, n not be broke, Or
to have no bills, but firewood, fireplace, and best tings at my place.

Big tings a gwanin my life and the best vibes in my face…

(Tribe Called Quest lyrics

“Now you caught my heart for the evening, Kissed my cheek moved in you confuse things

Should I just sit out or come harder?

Help me find my way”)

(Just Chillin)

In Winchmore Hill listening to Dilla, playing DOTA, planning like Corleone and Sosa
But not to kill or sell no coke, naw, just to pay bills, n not be broke, Or
to have no bills, but firewood, fireplace, and best tings at my place.

Big tings a gwan in my life and the best vibes in my face…

(Slum Village lyrics)

….To fall in love

….with the things you do

Don’t sell yourself

To fall in love

….With the things you do)

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They try to judge our children by constant examination
but that won’t reveal all their skills or all of their motivation,

we’re governed by thieves and liars in most developed nations,
I wonder which generation will be first to run out of patience.

Be your own source of… Inspiration. Find that fire inside.
Be your own source of love. Love yourself and each other yeah, even your dark side.

Stop… Slow it down.
Relax… Hold it down. .

VERSE 1:

I dreamed of a way out, dumped in my head as a one-part package as if
inspiration was data and information translated into vibration from Galactic

Central. Has the whole world gone mental? It’s like a maze,
with Pacman running from ghosts… and I’m amazed

how each generation copes with learning the ropes
of how to succeed in  increasingly twisted societies

media encourages selfish service to self instead of service to  brother,
or instead of seeing self as one with all, or the self as one with ‘other’.

Stop… Slow it down.
Relax… Hold it down. Now come again.

How come again our team should trust a politician like Constantine to edit what God could mean?
Don’t you frown… You don’t have to get bored among the… hum drum again.

Live a life of jams with hang drums, tongue drums… and fun with yer friends.
Then home alone with Radiohead… yeah, songs from The Bends.

Rely on your self to supply to yourself love and inspiration
so love from other’s just a bonus positive vibration.

CHORUS:

They try to judge our children by constant examination
but that won’t reveal all their skills or all of their motivation,

we’re governed by thieves and liars… in most developed nations,
I wonder which generation will be first to run out of patience.

Be your own source of Inspiration. Find that fire inside.
Be your own source of love. Love yourself and each other yeah, even your dark side.

Stop… Slow it down.
Relax… Hold it down. Now come again.

(Just Chillin)

In Winchmore Hill listening to Dilla, playing DOTA, planning like Corleone and Sosa
But not to kill or sell no coke, naw, just to pay bills, n not be broke, Or
to have no bills, but firewood, fireplace, and best tings at my place.

Big tings a gwanin my life and the best vibes in my face…

(Tribe Called Quest lyrics

“Now you caught my heart for the evening, Kissed my cheek moved in you confuse things

Should I just sit out or come harder?

Help me find my way”)

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