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[Intro: Black Milk]

This is a Black Milk Presentation

Ride with us, this how we do it

[Verse 1: Black Milk]

T3, my nigga – what up, family (ha)

Elzhi, my nigga – what up, family

Baatin, my nigga – what up, fam

In a lam-lam we ran so hand me my Grammy

No competition, none iller

Throw them hands to the air, Errol Flynn to the ceiling

Don't earl, take a cup then fill it

Pour out a little liquor, toast to my nigga Dilla

Still in it, 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 nothin'

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

Leave you along, my squad's not budging

They all hide from us like camouflage colors

[Hook: Black Milk, (Baatin)]

Time, time for some action, action

We bringing it back, going back, son, back, some

'Tin, where you at?

(I'm right here, son)

Then show these niggas where they got their style from

[Verse 2: Baatin, (Baatin as Titus)]

I got my mind on the provolone

'Til I'm gone, back to Rome

Link up with the nigga Titus at the orgy, eatin' olives

(Sink into my elevator, meet me in the backseats

Sippin' on the blood with the Queen Of The Damned, nigga) *poof*

Back for my nigga Black, back on the map

Realize, he the king of these muhfuckin' tracks – beast!

(Aim for the kill, niggas shoot, nigga, peel that

I've been lustin' to fill the shell of my flesh, black)

My nigga Dilla, nigga moved to make a killin' in the after-all

The all Funky Cowboy niggas [ ... Proof ?]

(Aw no, now nothing else left to do)

But live a good a life and ball, niggas

When ya back to reality, give me a call, nigga

(Back to my thirst for the blood of the lamb, nigga

It's Mac Nicholas, hoes know who I am, bitch)

[Hook: Black Milk, (Elzhi)]

Time, time for some action, action

We bringing it back, going back son, 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, to think I won't demolish any son of man

I'll have him feeling like a villain when his gun is jammed

You seein' depth, 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 that's no different than the one used for stickin' up teams

There's no escapin' the flow from the older Jason

Rapping circles around clowns like I'm roller skatin'

El is a threat and hailed as a vet

Sipping Louis XIII, you just excelled to Moet

Hand out the window, dropping shells on ya set – this is murder rap

I live where niggas get shot up for how they turn they caps

Born crazy, the Children Of The Corned raised me in The Killing Field

Fillin' gills with deformed babies

Ladies I'm tearing in, think I'm marryin'

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, (T3)]

Time, time for some action, action

We bringing it back, going back son, 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 we finna get rid of really fast

Thinkin you've heard the best of the Slum and 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 pads

Can't see us, beat us or flee us, I'm running on this tracks

Flowing with it 'til I finish, I'm doing multiple laps

Matter of fact, I smack these cats, they ain't scratch

And totally amaze myself, I'm spectac... -ular

I spits that raw, I go third, or Tre, or anything else except a herb

Y'all did it now, y'all done let me and my mans merge

It's the Villa High, come feel the realest of experts

Planning my birth to resurrect like Jesus, I'm church

Worship my temple, feel my mental, I spill it on a verse

[Hook: Black Milk]

Time, time for some action, action

We bringing it back, going back son, back son

We the last ones, don't get mad son

Give it up, it's a wrap

ONE!