Can't Stop This(Album Version (Explicit))

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[Intro:] {"First Skipped Message. Sent Today at 5:47 P.M."} "Yo My man, JD was a true Hip-Hop artist ... I can't explain the influence that his mind & ear have had on my band myself & the careers of so many other artists. The most humble, modest, worthy & gifted beatmaker I've known. & definitely the best producer on the mic. Never without that signature smile & head bouncin' to the beat. JD had a passion for life & music & will never be forgotten. He's a brother that was loved by me & I love what he's done for us. & although I'm happy he's no longer in the pain he's been recently feelin' I'm crushed by the pain of his absence. Name's Dilla Dog & I can only rep the real & raw. My man, Dilla, rest in peace." {*moans*} {"Ooh, but baby you..."} {"Who is it ... is it?}" {"There comes a time...."} (*Samples repeated throughout the track*) [Verse 1: Black Thought:] Last of the red hot, Hip Hop-loving lovin' MC's That came up poor, grits & government cheese The only thing I ever really loved in my life, was a mic Some of my niggas fell in love with MP's, come on Work the bass, nigga, juggle them keys I'm tryin' to get a piece of this government green & smack 'em in the melon with another LP Come on help a couple people in the struggle get free We from the block, where people stay prepared to rock & it's hard 'cause opportunity be scared to knock & mo' people in the 'hood found dead from cops Than guns that drop, that sprayed off random shots But whatcha know good, people say they in the hood fo' good You ain't a prisoner, the world got mo' to it Sky's the limit, it don't take but a minute Don't fear for your people, nigga, my 'hood's yo' 'hood {*echoes*} Yeah ... we did it... [Chorus: Black Thought:] I know in these tryin' times it feels confusin' That's why I came to y'all to dance to the music Unless we face it first & try not to lose it Even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This. [echoes] [Verse 2: Black Thought:] They Can't Stop This, I want my peoples to rock this Bang this music in your speakers & boxes Langston Hughes about as a deep as my thoughts is Sit back & I'm a paint you a portrait This stress can make you think you are lost This shit can have you exhausted Just picture the planet & imagine it's yours, kid Don't ever let nobody knock you out of your orbit I never seen a bridge we couldn't shuffle across it We got alot of people livin' a life, that's pure trivia Real Hip-Hop, are they tryin' to get rid of ya Can't have that, because here come, the city of Philly Put an end to all the trivia, really Where I'm walkin' everybody ain't pretty or friendly It's work, my whole life they ain't give me a penny Comin' up between a rock & a hard, watchin' for God People Hip-Hop & with no option at all Yo ... it's how it's goin' down... [Chorus: Black Thought:] I know in these tryin' times it feels confusin' That's why I came to y'all to dance to the music Unless, we face it first & try not to lose it Even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This. [echoes] [Verse 3: Black Thought:] We bring the hard with pieces part of raps, the special sounds The robe's long enough to be considered a gown Thought's brim's sharp enough to be considered a crown When the plate come, take some, pass it around It's the last of the Hip-Hop lovin' MC's In front of an audience that never been pleased I'm comin' from all the streets that never been cleaned & speakin' for any faith that never been seen This debonair style of my words is high-calibre Speakin' my mind for every day that's on the calendar 'cause done been quiet, about as long as I can handle it Walked a mile in these boots that I'm standin' in Mellow soul brother with his lyrical dean on The stages I'm seen on, mic I fiend on When it's all full of soul, that's when it mean more I never hesitate to give a shoulder to lean on, yo ... Check it out, man. [Chorus: Black Thought:] I know in these tryin' times it feels confusin' That's why I came to y'all to dance to the music Unless, we face it first & try not to lose it Even if it gets worse, they Can't Stop This. [echoes] {*A series of people pay tribute to J Dilla to fade*}