Freestyle Friday: J Dilla vs. Madlib

To wrap up our week long Dilla Week, we wanted to throw Dilla in the mix for Freestyle Friday. For those that didn’t know, yes Dilla rapped too. We thought, what better person to put him up against was his Jaylib producer/emcee partner Madlib. This should be fun!

The idea behind Freestyle Friday is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Dilla or Madlib. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. Dilla, then Madlib, then Dilla, etc. If you want to drop a Madlib verse, wait until someone has dropped a Dilla one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Madlib:

“I make beats everyday of the week
I used to listen to the “Sound of the Zeekers”
Rock and Roll
Now I’m over here on smashing your speakers
Boss 303
MP 1200
MPC 4000
Do my loop dumping
Numbing
You know how it goes
Really, really y’all know how it goes
Music taking over your body
Beat taking over your soul
I be passing up parties, quit parties
But never passing a bowl
Pass me that weed
Psychedelic record covers
Jazz standards
Funk soul
That’s a choir
Eletronic patterns
It’s the raw addict
My A is tape comfort over ill record static
Oh, oh, oh addict
Ya’ll better scram like I’m Broadway Sam
Well I say”

-Madlib, “The Clown”

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http://www.youtube.com/user/haydva hayd

Yo EL and Tin killin ‘em, 3 killin nem
You thought we broke up and we were just reassemblin’
Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin’
The villa on some classic shit like vans emb-e-lems
It’s the gorrila pimps, we bustin denim in the club
That you cant wear ya denim in
Freakin’ da rhyme til every line ends with a *din-in-in*
You dont wanna romp and stomp in Timberlands
Shouts to my nigga Killigan
And all of my peeps that rep more D then 12 Eminems
Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?
Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan
Sounds similiar – I’m not feelin ‘em
Get the balls like Venus in Wimbeldon
While I’m in them fly whips five-wheelin’ ‘em
On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins
Still here
http://www.youtube.com/user/haydva hayd

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Slum village ft j dilla – Reunion
CaRles

I got CD’s in my crates, like crack in my pocket
Yeah right, neither of the above
So when you see a nigga straight puttin’ his ends for beats
You’ll give the real niggas that homey love
Never Top 40, just that raw addict vintage
That I kick with the rest of my archives, live
When I’m out shopping like a Beat Junkie
I always take the herb to the chest
DJ Premier

hayd, that song is song damn good glad you reminded me about it. The words written here don’t describe how Dilla killed that song
DJ Premier

Hey Kev, lets see an eLZhi freestyle friday baby
skeme

J DILLA
“fuck the police”

Yea, don’t they know its dangerous in these streets?
Dont you know its gangs of us that roll deep?
Nigga!
We O’G's fill up the whole jeep, nigga
Hell wit the flows,and deal with the beats nigga
Hell in the Rover, its over homes we hold deez
The reason we hold beans its no peace in the streets
With the police in the streets, Yo
It’s cops that owe niggas
Dough for O’s and ki’s
It’s more than a beef with five-oh
In the streets with the five-oh its a game of survival duke
Now tell me who protects me from you?
I got people that buy tek’s and weed from you
And all ah nigga see in the news
Is cop corruption niggas gettin popped for nothing
And niggas get stopped for nothing
And cops pull out the glock and bust em
Yall need to get shot for nothing!
Cause we don’t hold back
We just let go
We don’t say damn…
We just say..whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
http://www.myspace.com/ebprodbeats EB Productions (EasterBunny)

Yo I’m like if you hot in ‘em what you buyin ‘em for?
Get your shine on, it’s time to blind ‘em all
Don’t worry ’bout the haters you can shake they ass
When they can’t get they taste of the cake they mad
And these backpackers wanna confuse it
Niggaz is icey ain’t got nothin to do with the music
So hater mind your biz and get your own
You know what, time it is we get that glow
Better get your bitch before we hit that dough
We too sick, clique crew thick like colds
And you can respect it or SUCK IT~!
I’m in the booth, chain swingin, soundin like extra percussion
I’m tellin ya cousin, rock your jewels
If anything tucked, there’s the pop in full
Just to let ‘em know you ain’t friendly
Let’s sparkle baby, make ‘em envy

Dilla – Make ‘EM NV – Ruff Draft
http://www.myspace.com/ebprodbeats EB Productions (EasterBunny)

oh did’nt see that skeme already posted :/ sorry
skeme

QUASIMOTO (aka MADLIB)
“microphone mathematics”

I was born in 1973
I got five brothers we lived up on 9th street
On the 21nd of December
My pops shot 6 cops, I remember
Never got caught
10 stitches
got burnt by 7 *bitches*
in the 12th grade thinkin’ about million dollar riches
on the 3-4, I broke about a dozen mics
on the 1-2s, I took out a hundred crews
365 days to a year, subtract it off your life
in 2000, that’s the end of strife

It’s like some people ain’t got no mental sight
you try keepin’ it real (yet you should try keepin’ it right)
(it’s understandin’ microphone mathematics)
http://www.myspace.com/docmad Dr. MaD

[Dilla]
Now if you, see this nigga give this nigga respect
That’s if you don’t suck my dick or sign my check
Now if that’s some G shit, I do this in G shit
Frequent, the S clip slick shit that we bent
yo’ ass, tryin to figure how much cash I spent
on that bitch; if it’s pussy boy I don’t pay rent
You masters cashed the last and all you hold is lint
What is it, yo’ ass want a blast my man
Speakin of that blast shit, I just
got up ahold of somethin I ain’t even pull yet
Now that’s word, see on a whole ‘nother somethin
Next time a nigga ain’t no frontin
You know that if you front it ain’t no future
I won’t, hesitate to shoot ya, with rhymes
I got a lot of them, what you touch, was my lint just
give me respect and you can press rewind
That’s if you wanna, do that
That’s if you gonna, do that, who that
It’s the S y’all, 3 the hard way
Like this y’all, this y’all
Dee-da-da-da-di-da-di-da-di-dis y’all

brap brap
http://www.youtube.com/user/haydva hayd

yeh sorry about the poor formatting and spelling mistakes it was from the first site that popped up but everyone feels that track

i put dilla in my top 5 mc list
http://www.myspace.com/flamesyall FlamesYalll

“Come on feet… do your thang… Uh”
http://www.myspace.com/flamesyall FlamesYalll

“I ain’t ’bout shit, nope, not me dawg,
I don’t floss, nah, I ain’t that nigga Jay Dee, uh,
You ain’t seen me balling out at the bars,
I don’t rock my ice, or bounce foreign cars,
And my Rover, ain’t the hottest Rover you ever seen,
That ain’t a TV screen, it ain’t sitting on 18s…
I ain’t gaining my green and my chain don’t swing,
I ain’t doing my thing, I aint doing a thing,
I ain’t got none of those hoes and none of those cars,
I ain’t fucked none of them hoes, in none of those bars…”
http://www.myspace.com/docmad Dr. MaD

Raise it up what!!!
flip illson

um…
Sorry, but Dilla was the superior emcee and producer.
Jaylib even proved that notion to be true.
not to say Madlib is completely whack in comparison,
Madlib is one of my all-time favorites.
but on that rap shit…
naw, nigga naw.

J Dilla FOREVER…

—a dying metaphor—
School J

Quasimoto – 2000 – The Unseen-09 – Real Eyes

“…Ya’ll dummies should of learned after self destruction,
suckin, negativity like a human suction,
Quasimoto crew bring the eruption,
so what’s up when, we release the verbal dumpin,
*ya’ll talkin’ loud now plus ya’ll sayin nothin*
(oh ya’ll wild now huh)
*ya tryin to wil’ out like David Ruffin*
*oh*…”

Freestyle Friday: J Dilla vs. Madlib

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