The Mission
JAYLIB (J DILLA & MADLIB) Lyrics
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My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
You won't need your heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggas
Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth then that's just it
We all act, can we get them balls back
I keeps it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips
Caked rockin gators
It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire
Yo, wait, now let me speak on these journalists
Only the ones who need to learn and listen
Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens
Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons
You heard me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty
Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin
Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin strings up
The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up
Jaylib baby don't forget the name
How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range
Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips
And who said producers ain't supposed to rap
They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps
Better not run them jibs or fibs no more
We pullin plugs so haters ("can't live no more")
The Mission by JAYLIB (J DILLA & MADLIB) is a song that contains lyrics about two themes; the first theme can be interpreted as a declaration of their musical prowess and success, where they boast about their skills and how they have left their haters behind. The second theme can be seen as a defense against the critics, where they call out journalists for their ignorance and urge them to understand their music before criticizing it.
The first verse is about their skills and how they have left their haters behind. They boast about their ability to spit fire rhymes that hit their target with accuracy. They position themselves as confident, skilled rappers who have made it big and have left their haters far behind. They call out those who hate on them for not making as much money as they do. They tell their haters they are on a completely different level and there's nothing they can do about it.
The second verse is a direct call-out to journalists who are critical of their music. They urge the journalists to listen and understand their music before writing about it. They call out those who criticize their verses, telling them that their rhymes are so strong that they can burn kitchens. In summary, the song represents JAYLIB's pride in their abilities and their response to the critics who do not understand their music.
Line by Line Meaning
Madlib turn the strings up
Madlib is starting the beat and turning up the volume on the instruments.
My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
The crew should be armed and ready for any potential danger.
You won't need your heat this time around
J Dilla's rhymes will burn the competition, so no weapons will be necessary.
I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
J Dilla's rhymes are so hot, they feel like bullets from a gun.
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggas
J Dilla and Madlib are surrounded by haters who are jealous of their success.
Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us
The haters are mad that they're not making as much money as J Dilla and Madlib.
But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick
The haters are secretly fans of J Dilla and Madlib, even though they won't admit it.
If you want the truth then that's just it
J Dilla is telling it like it is, and the haters need to accept it.
Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
The haters are mad because J Dilla had sex with one of their girlfriends.
We all act, can we get them balls back
J Dilla is challenging the haters to stand up to him like real men instead of talking behind his back.
I keeps it simple as well as complicated
J Dilla's rhymes are both easy to understand and complex at the same time.
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
J Dilla and Madlib are offering their musical services for a fee.
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips
J Dilla wants to buy expensive liquor and fancy cars.
Caked rockin gators
J Dilla is wearing expensive alligator-skin shoes.
It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
J Dilla and Madlib are known as Jaylib, short for their names Pi(D)illa, (Ma)Dlib, and Li(B)erty.
Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire
J Dilla's rhymes are so hot, they're like a burning flame.
Yo, wait, now let me speak on these journalists
J Dilla is calling out journalists who criticize his music without truly understanding it.
Only the ones who need to learn and listen
J Dilla is requesting that these journalists take the time to really understand his music before critiquing it.
Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens
J Dilla's rhymes are so hot, they could set a kitchen on fire.
Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons
J Dilla is from Detroit, Michigan, where boxing legend Thomas Hearns and basketball team the Detroit Pistons are based.
You heard me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty
J Dilla's music is raw and unfiltered, with grimy beats and dirty rhymes.
Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin
J Dilla's music is so intense, it could physically affect the listener's body.
Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin strings up
Madlib is increasing the volume on the instrumentals.
The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up
J Dilla and Madlib are making a lot of money from their collaboration together.
Jaylib baby don't forget the name
J Dilla and Madlib want their fans to remember their name and music.
How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range
J Dilla is offering to buy a BMW sedan or Range Rover SUV.
Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth
J Dilla is boasting about his skill as a rapper and his ability to handle a firearm.
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips
J Dilla is calling out journalists for focusing on his personal life instead of his music.
And who said producers ain't supposed to rap
J Dilla is proving that producers can also be great rappers.
They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps
J Dilla is warning his haters to keep quiet or face the consequences.
Better not run them jibs or fibs no more
J Dilla wants his haters to stop spreading lies and talking behind his back.
We pullin plugs so haters ("can't live no more")
J Dilla and Madlib are shutting down their haters' careers and eliminating their influence.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, OTIS LEE JR. JACKSON
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