Lyrics:
Basement"
Jammin' Styles P and Jadakiss, first time I seen the Lox
Started gettin' high, homicides, drive-by, XDs
Lemon squeeze, red beams and Glocks
Seen
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
the mother ship road by
Playing footsies with baddies
In ugg boots bumping booties
Rolling up that parliament
Somebody pass the P funk to me
It’s time to get
my city
But I love it
I'm from the dirty glove, I wouldn't change it up
This oppression raised me, and slum village they held me down
Now I'm living up
Praying I make it home for my finish
I'm tryna walk thru a Jamaican Slum Village, smelling like Tea Tree (T3)
Gold all on my body, no C-3P
Oh but I see
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
hard feelings, no hard feelings, no hard feelings
It's scars when you done healing
It's malls topped with broken glass, I'll show you slum village
It
So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
(Yo, let me knock first)
Soon as he open, let
Trying to watch my drum
Hice una vuelta 360 you
Should see the smile on mum
Enlightened by a wise man
I tightened up the circle
Certain situations
In
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
link
I might upgrade and might bust down it
Shine hard, like I'm supposed to
I'm a king nigga in a slum village
When you speakin' that real shit
Even
all on a tee
And Imma tell em' how it is until them boys say make belief
Shout to moms up in them slums who give they child somewhere to sleep
I never
yeah
The seventh of fourteen but two of a max three
In a village setting set in the middle of nowhere
Things would have pan out different
To be honest
Aye
I ain't gon' lie you gon' have to turn me up on this one
Me and Dizzy we came to set an example
Aye
Time to set the summer off
When it's demon
Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin
Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma
Rays brainwashed to transforms me
but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
For
Davi
Grr
Uhh
Shorty tryna chill
Just don't fuck up this off white
Brodie think he bout it
With that badge he just top flight
Catch em in the vale
undercover slowly reach di trappy!
Zig zag me fire bruk up bone mi naa go leave u gapping!
As mi set fi move me hear some man a run,
Beco pon e roof go spot
set up a stockade
Which is known as the Pale
And the village is always of
Course standing at crossroads
And there you get in an agrarian
Society
involve with these ones
We making up images
Touch up and finishes
Only diminishes
What they see from their villages?
Do they see from their privileges?
drums I pray for the war in the slums
I stood in the rain so long That's why I appreciate the sun
Adding em up by the ton All of the haters, yeah look
blaze up to celebrate, new empire to make
Toast till we all die, till we burst and break
From knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran outta
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