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[Intro: Black Milk] This is a Black Milk Presentation Ride with us, this how we do it T3 my nigga what up family Elzhi my nigga what up family Baatin my niggga what Up fam In a lam-lam we ran so hand me my Grammy [Verse 1: Black Milk] No competition, none villain Throw them hands to the air all flailing to the ceiling Take a cup then fill it pour out a little liquor Toast to my nigga Dilla Still Livin' still reppin' the cause To put the D on my back like a shirt that I bought Turn and I walk you see it's all nothing We money hungry all eat pocket's got big stomachs Pockets got big money on the grind no sleep Gotta keep the alarm clock running Never leave you alone, my squad's not budging' They all hide from us like camouflage colors [Hook: Black Milk] Time, Time for some action We gon get it back going back son Tin where you at I'm Right Here son Then show these niggas where they got their style from [Verse 2: Baatin] (I can't understand a word of this verse) [Hook: Black Milk] Time, Time for some action We gon get it back going back son El where you at I'm Right Here Black Then show these niggas where the rhymes at [Verse 3: Elzhi] Put up a hundred grand and think I won't demolish any son of man I have 'em feeling like a villain when his gun is jammed You seen death, swing the right, then you lean left We battle, you swear you seen death in-between breaths I travel through sound and dance on the melody No wonder why they hailing me the king of the spelling bee You just picking up steam I spit heat, there's no difference than the one used for sticking up teams There's no escaping the flow from the older jason Rapping circles around clowns like I'm roller skating El is a threat and hailed as a vet Sipping Louie to 13, you just excel to moet Hand out the window dropping shells on your set This is murder rap I live for n get shot off how they turn they caps Born crazy the children of the corn raised me In the killer fields (?) with deformed babies Ladies I'm tearing in, think I'm marrying Necking in my million dollar dream house with the aquarium Man listen you a rendition of a hoe in transition, man kissing, never stand pissing [Hook: Black Milk] Time, Time for some action We gon get it back going back son 3 where you at I'm Right Here son Then show these niggas where the flow came from [Verse 4: T3] The villa fam and yeah, Black's my man See them little niggas beefing they're got rid of really fast Think you've heard the best of the Slum? you haven't heard the last Speaking' of Dilla, me and my niggas holdin' Dilla flags Dilla's still one of the illest that did it in the past Menace to niggas whenever niggas' fingers hit the pass Can't see us, beat us or fleet us I'm running on the tracks Flowing with it till I finish I'm dong multiple laps Matter of fact I smack these cats, they ain't scratch And totally amaze myself I'm spectac- Ular I spit that raw I go third Or tray, or anything else except for herb Y'all did now y'all done let me and my mans merge It's the villa high puffing the realest of experts Planning my birth to resurrect like Jesus In church Rushin the tempo through momento i spill it on the track son [Hook: Black Milk] Time, Time for some action We gon get it back going back son We the last ones Don't get mad son Give it up, it's a wrap ONE!
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