Lyrics:
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
dress them like men prepared to be king (of what!?) of their castle and home go through this get grown they leave for some weeks location unknown/ by time
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
I make broke look good
More time I supply just tryna get by
You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split
They always send me to try to stop
Man, Slum Village
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I had to get the fuck outta dodge
The spot got hit
The only person I could think of was Jorge
He could
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
make this, gotta take this
Gotta get this how I want
It's invasive, no facelift
But my city's living slums, we live in 'em
Taking my picture
Just get
It's beautiful to see the click, live comfortable
To the young black entrepreneurs
Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid
Keep yourself laced,
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
streets, nigga
Mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal
N.Y., them eagles
Fly through, get high too
Fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live
for my fam, my village
I'm gifted and Lifted (Lifted!)
Been stacking it up for the children with different envisions
I'm gifted and Lifted (Gifted!)
I
to the face
Slide through a nigga hood get him hit no case
Get him hit no case
We come from the slums
Where it wasn't no food on our plate so we had to get full
When I’m winning it don’t feel like I have won
Just get it done
I ain’t on the run
I been called a slum
I’m just moving slowmo ‘cause did what I have
a soldier it ain't crime
Only thing I see is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
I live in a village in South Africa
Where the other African tribes attacking us
a bomb
Yeahhhh some people sell the soul just to get by
Mama sold her soul just to get high
Mannnn sometimes I have to ask God why
Why we was born in
you see as they tears man escape
If you got shape escape my sister you get raped
Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters
of slum villages, killing evil
You come from a village of disco dancing; Village People
You other rappers I'm obliterating
My flow is the Michelangelo
families and see how it feels
We're killing our world, we're choking it dead
By filling the air with gasses and lead
If we stay in our villages, live with
emptying out
The old and the sick still remain
So get out if you want
Leave your key by the door
If bad’s what you look for then bad’s what you’ll find
But
di run
If you di live by the gun
Know say one day dem fit boleh you sep na with bomb
You di abort than for born
Know say one day you go carry na satan
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