Lyrics:
ludicrous
Bring them plastic bodybags to dump 'em
In don't let 'em breathe
I got something for ya looking forward
Till the day we meet
Claiming that you're
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah,
ass
Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
ass
Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
did not know who we are
You have just been informed
Surrender by choice . Or be forcefully taken over by The SlumLand Visionariez
Lets go
Slum
Land
Slum
intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die, the world is a ghetto
Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare
In a village in Africa, but didn't
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
the mind as
I stop and inhale
Currently placing the stereotype of a system
That set me to fail
I walk through the slums of homicide
Where everyday promises
soul's are livin'
The past ways and fast days
I remember I was a youngsta
Pops bumpin' Busta with Dilla
The Tribe and the village from
The slums really was
The world is a slum
The world is a joke
The world is a backroom deal
So you might as well take whatever you can
You might as well do what you feel
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode
Slum village with the feeling, get a beat
I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it)
Huh, you ain't ready for the realest high
Suck it right between the ceiling
Yeah
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest
I was born in a small village
I was still a child when we were raided by soldiers
Foreign soldiers
Torn from my elders, I was made to speak their
that we always overcome
We were never made to be slums
Nor slums in the village
We were made royalty
Our ancestors require loyalty
Which defines family
Yeah
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest
cord in a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
Mama get
on my ass
Had to get it out the slums
Had to make it out of Phoenix
Glad i made it out the sun (Oh Woah)
From the south side i got it out the mud (Wan)
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