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on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
Twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy,
with the steeple
Down by the village Green

'Twas there I met a girl called Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree
Although I loved my Daisy, I
this
Now at dates we talk funny and floss money
Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny

Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make
and ignorant
villagers
Dark shadows house a sleepy malice
In the backbrain
Of every body you meet
Man is the village animal
United by the glue

Of our
who have signed be killed by the blind
The soldiers who'll slay
The names are above still written in blood
Are there to this day
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
'Twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy,
the bells ringing
Voices singing soft and low
Heard the bells ringing
Voices are singing soft and low
Way up in the mountain, little village in the snow
We are the Village Green Preservation Society.
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety.
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society.
God save
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
Now at dates we talk
and dusty villages they sped along the little roads
The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by
Jesus called out to every one "Don't think that we
down from the tracks
To the grey slate roofs

I watched the village moving
As the day went slowly by
In the field we lay here
Lovers' footsteps
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that
Goodbye to the village

Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one
Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred
No harvest moon shall
the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
Somethin in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum

Yo Rae it's been a long time son 
since we bust gunclap glaciers
Ran the world
intellectual
Dust smokin', pretty boy playwright posin'
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject devil
White bread no money havin' slum village people
There's a bench in every park dedicated to
Those who sat there once but didn't make it through
There are names carved deep in bark on every tree
By
own the Village Voice
The Nashville Scene, the People's Choice
To me it's just a bunch of noise
Decided on by funny boys

They say who does
Walking in the air, floating the sky
Floating in the air

We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in
beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp! ) we bust back
Bring the Marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that
reached by dusk

We drink our mead in the light of the funeral pyre
Just as the flames, our cups are raised higher and higher
We drink to our brothers
Said the momma to the baby in the corn 
You are my first born 
You shall here on in be known as The Spotlight Kid 
And the mornin' cry
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in
tried to destroy all our world,
Shall leave forever our beloved land,
Because we are fearless men.
Because we are fearless men.
Because we are