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Won't you leave your green wallpaper
And the clock upon the wall
And lock your doors up one by one
Come running down the hall

Come along and sing

And got a job selling houses in the village
Which by now had become such a desirable place to settle down
It was classed not as a village, but instead

The Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud

David Bowie

Man of Words/Man of Music

1969

Solemn faced
The village settles down
Undetected by the stars
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
And the last thing

(Mello made it right)

God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold,

Talking Vietnam Blues

Phil Ochs

Live at Newport

1996

said it's time to train
So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane
We flew above the battle ground
A sniper tried to shoot us down
He must have

Solemn faced the village settles down
Undetected by the stars
And the hangman plays the mandolin
Before he goes to sleep
And the last thing on his

where we from the
City from the slum we gutted Out went from gutta to glory
Here to tell you my story an unsung hero by the grace of
God that made it out

Big Broski, calming us down, he gave em like a fifty, in cents 

They ain't getting any bands, cause we driving in Benz, fuck them mofuckas' it don't

ain't selfish
A slum village took it all back
It was sun pillars, none fillers
Flippin' dope like brick under the tongue, ain't it
Gave me Cudi, rock

indentured
And pleasure's exempt from your tenure
So venture back down to your slum
That's provided at generous prices
Your worth is determined by your

they feelings cuz 
My skin Bling Bling 

Lock my can't trap my mind
Lock my can't trap my mind
Lock my can't trap my mind

Slum Dog Extraordinaire

Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with big dreams
Who skip school sub-divide you with pistols
Headquarters of corruption

a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass

Can't Have Nuttin'

Das EFX

Hold It Down

1995

a motherfuckin' bum
'Cause when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin' none
The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me Petey

It took a village
I wasn't raised by killers
I was raised by them scriptures
I was raised by them sisters
I was raised in the village
Game on this

gun 
a patrol pon di street wen a sun down. But a God take mi outta di slum slum. 
an mi answer di call Him seh cum cum. An mi nah take You name off

lingo in the jungle where we from
Top shotta, the slum, where we tote illegal guns

I ain't never been extorted, but I'm still paying lawyers
By

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

"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"

Tomb is open slap

I don't know if we'll make it out of here
But I've been

Feeling so lost in this shitty little village
Everybody knows you're name
And they're all up

‘round)
Lock the Glock, pick up the rocks
Take ya hoe like a hound (ruff)
When I’m lurking better sit down
Careful not to make a sound (shhh)
Pop a perc
You

and raw rhymes
Hip hop is worldwide 
Putting Mass on the map, Slum flag unfurled high

Home, Lead me Home
Take me back down Royal Stone

Be grateful for

broke down to my knees and I prayed
It's a syndicate around me

I'm protected by my brothers
We was locked in like a lock
And they can't break us down for

ima chi resident 
I gotta keep the green in my pocket
Call me Lavine -way I lock it -down 
Can’t smile take a picture gotta frown
Yo girl she the talk