Chords for Phife - Dear Dilla

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[D] _ [F] Dilidor, _ [Gm] had a dream about you fam.
It's [Bb] 2005, _ _ we in [C] the same hospital room.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] You on one [Dm] side, I'm on the other.
I'm [Eb] stressed out, [Gm] but what gave [C] me motivation
is you pulling [Bb] out that MP,
banging out some bangers as [C] usual.
[Dm] Nothing ever fades [C] you fam, and for [Dm] that, I miss you.
Let's [C] go. _ _ _ _
_ [D] Yeah.
_ Yeah. [C] Yeah.
[D] _
_ _ [C] You.
Teejay, don't.
Run it up.
Get in my seat, don't.
Yeah, we the dog.
The whole world, don't.
TK.
Uh, [Gm] hold tight.
This ain't the last time [Dm] I see you.
Do time, [Bb] that's my word, [C] I'ma see you.
[Dm] And that rappers down here still [C] in the shoot.
Posing like they hard when we know they on [Eb] the crew.
I'ma tell you [Gm] Dilor, why they lacking skills, [Bb] pal.
No stage presence, cadence, [C] style.
[Dm] They living on the books.
Skinny G, [C] Brooks.
3K lyrics.
What you wanna know, [Bb] bro?
I reminisce, reminisce.
When Mob dropped Flux, Sham was down by a [Dm] law.
Such a good [C] look.
[Dm] Nas got sun and his return was still [C] matic.
Moose Disorce in the static.
You in some [Gm] fantastic.
Thought I'd shout you out, son.
See how you [Bb] doing?
Come back to earth, homie.
Hip-hop is in [C] ruins.
I'm a [Dm] third of the problem, but I'ma speak for the [C] clique.
What up, though?
It's you, kid.
Tomorrow's D-Day, say.
D-Day, sip another tea for me.
D-Day.
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_ _ [C] D-Day, sip another tea for me.
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[D]-Day.
[Eb] What up?
D-Day, sip another [Bb] tea for me.
D [Ebm]-Day.
_ [C] D-Day, sip another tea for me.
[D] D [C]-Day.
[F] Yo, if [Gm] you're streetwise, you still at cap,
which most should be [Bb] measured.
I'm that MC known that she [C] has displeasure
with her about [Dm] the game of sneaking.
[C] I'm mundane, thanks for that.
You know, music on a whole.
Nevermind, [D] just hip-hop [Gm] it.
I'm in the club three hours in chain.
[Bb] DJ spending top 40.
Tracks we be hearing [C] all day.
Some MC be [Dm] [E] cataloged, and yeah, they stay paid.
[C] But why pay over one buck?
When they lip syncing [D] on stage.
[Bb] King of pop, Barry White, rolling over in they grave.
Jones girls, emotion saying, [F] girl, back in our day.
[G] Dilla do [Dm] still writing.
They wish to be like [C] producer extraordinaire.
Knowing them be [Gm] recycled.
But on your worst day, they couldn't [Bb] mess with you.
Cats making peace and [Dm] remembering to you.
Least they could do is give your family dime too.
[C] This man gave his heart to support the un-y'all do.
But [Gm] yo, don't stress my yield.
Word bomb, we got you.
[Dm] Tell by 10 I said, what up?
[Bb] Wordy right [Am] next to you.
From NYC [Dm] to the D, where heavy hearts we miss you.
[C] Word God wish you were here.
So until we meet again, just.
Lip another B for me, D.
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_ [C] D, D, lip another B for me, [E] D. _
_ [Eb] D, D, lip another B for [Gm] me, D.
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[C] D, D, lip another B for me, D.
Uh, yeah.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] Yeah.
[Dm] Cause you know how we do.
Turn it up another notch.
Come on.
How about my two whips?
No, my Duke.
V [Gm]-Rich on the keys.
[F] My main [Bb] man DJ [Dm] wants the roots.
On the beat, on the cuts.
[C] Smoking needles, Riddle Cage.
_ Salute, ATCQ forever.
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