[Dave:
Yo, everybody's sayin... what to do
when sucka lunatics start diggin and chewin
They don't know, that the Soul don't go
for that, potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for maximum security
Aiyyo, my dwellin is swellin
Nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot, where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on my scroll, wrote me a new 'mot'
But now it's gone, cause those punks knew that I hate
To recognise when they come thru, they leave with the words

(Potholes in my lawn..)

[Posdnuos:
Yeah, I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended cause eyes
have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See, I pursue that everyone's sayin
What to do when suckers start preyin
On my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets
Of evil-doers through the big hole
Get them evil-doers who be diggin holes
Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces, give clues
Or better yet call 911
..And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul..
But yo, check it we gonna do it like this

You say ain't no Dilla like the one I got!
(No one can do shit better!)
His beats held the DNA of hip-hop
(And kept it hot like a thermal sweater!)
Can't duplicate it so just leave it alone
(Naw, you can't duplicate the sound, boy!)
He has the universal sound but the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home {"MOTOWN"}

"This is the city of Detroit, in the state of Michigan"
"Now, WAIT A-" "This ain't no mother****in cinema, BITCH!"