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intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
warfare
In a village in Africa, but didn't nobody care
They just called up the goddamn gravedigga
And said come get these muthafuckin niggas
Just like
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah,
I'd like to thank everyone for coming out to "The Minstrel Show" tonight, uh
Especially our guests uh, Elzhi of Slum Village
Don't be afraid, you
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
come here and I guess I did
Survive the scum and I'd become someone but never did
These village slums I let become my life I guess I did
I'm just
(Joy to the world the Lord is come) 
Here was a man a man who was born in a small village the son of a peasant woman 
He grew up in another small
the moonwalk angles sunlight maybe it couldn't be
Held together by a paperclip
In a calculated dream
You set me up
As if I cut my wrists
Eyes just couldn't
by the street stories get double crossed 

hands off I run with the torch 

[Method Man] 

They got me fed up from the head up 

put up or shut up
One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken
man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts

I'm movin' on the promise
man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts

I'm movin' on the promise
One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken
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
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. 
The village is a pop-up
She can't stop pacing, she never felt so alive
Her thoughts are racing, set on overdrive
It takes a village, this she knows is true
They're
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 and the time
of age tense and bitter-eyed
Can't create so they just destroy
C'mon!
Let's set someone's dog on fire

Empty plastic
Culture slum suburbia
Is a war
the place
Settled by the judge many years ago
Three billion strong and here we go

Good morning Vietnam!
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up
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
when it sinks.
Your mother's tethered to the tv set.
Your father's doing push-ups in the driveway again.
We want a coupon for a discount dream.
We want
to-up
So now I lay me down
But it's still Lincoln Village Killa
  
Chorus
  
(Doc) 
Now you can't find not one motha fucca in they set
Ya gets no respect
(Joy to the world, the Lord is come)
Here was a man, a man
Who was born in a small village
The son of a peasant woman
He grew up in another small
And at that time I started rhyming 
And, set up a hill without help to start climbing
And I've been around this for a minute
You gotta get your own mix and get