05

[*Tony Womack starts the song out on the horn, then the Villa Band joins in*]

[Verse 1: T3, (Black Milk)]

Uh! Who is this? The S, The V!

Hot, burnin' like we STDs!

Lord, give me strength, 'cause I'm losin' my grip

I might fuck around and carry a piece! Yo

Oh! I keep 'em calling like "Eureka!"

It's the Motor City music that be flowin' through ya speakers

Niggas winnin', they ain't supposed to

Put my record on the radio, they ca--call me Old School

But I'm a young nigga with a old soul!

Rap is much more than platinum and gold (Right!)

So much [more] to talk about [than] sneakers and clothes

It ain't about the amount of records I might'a sold (Sold!)

What y'all niggas need to understand is:

I'ma keep doing this with me and my mans-es

They're so loco, beat cover the planet (Yeah!)

Real music's a language, y'all can't understand it (Yeahh!)

G'yeah! (Yeah!!)

[Break: Black Milk, (Elzhi)]

It's '05, niggas!

And we back, non-stop!

Slum Villa! You know...

Niggas wanna jump on the team now (Alright, alright...)

Haters now love us (M-hmm...)

Fake hoes wanna fuck us

You know how it go!

We dedicate this to y'all muhfuckas! (Yeah...)

I'msayin... get the balls, cocksucker!!!

[Verse 2: Elzhi]

With everything we done been through, we done stood victorious

Came from rock bottom to each hood supportin' this

I finally realized, we ain't make it this far to fall on our faces

Though mistakes is just part of life

What you do when you live and you learn from it

It's trife but it's true, it's what it is and it hurts a bit

But I was told to "dust yourself off and try again"

We earned every bit of this, excuse if I offend

The listeners that's hearing this, but lemme just say this:

My partner that I love had gotten sick where his brain is

And you ain't know – we ain't gotta used to the changes

Before that – the cat that makes the music arrangements...?! Dilla?

Now when he left, some thought we were finished

But "haaaa!" – joke's on you, you wasn't smart to begin with

You think I would let any incident burn the Village?

Not a bad business move or a word from critics

That hated on the album 'cause they wasn't ready for it

That Trinity, Detroit Deli – I'm a deadly poet

And I didn't even get a Quotable for what I'm spittin'

Guess it depends on record spins and how much you shippin'

To the mom and pop, Best Buy's, and Sam Goody's

When will the drama stop and just wise and hand it to me?

Do every person meant for great things go through this?

Does heavy jerkers put the shape [to] kings and mold rulers?

Yeah! It's '05, niggas!

Ladies and gentleman... Que D!

[Bridge: Que D]

Now we gon' give it to the band

Let's give it to the band

Now we gon' give it to the band

Let's give it to the band

Now we gon' give it to the band

C'mon and give it to the band

Uh! Give it to the band

Now we gon' give it to the band

C'mon and give it to the band

Uh! Give it to the band

Now we gon' give it to the band

Let's give it to the band – c'mon!

[Band Intros: Black Milk]

Yeah! Young RJ on the bass

Give it up, y'all! Uh!

[*a moment to highlight Young RJ on the bass*]

Carl B on the keys

Let's take ya there, y'all!

[*band takes it there*]

Uh!

Feels so good

It feels so hood, yeah...

It feels so good

Tony Womack on the horn!

[*Tony Womack on the horn*]

[Refrain]

Yes, y'all... we The S, y'all

S y'all... we The S, y'all

S y'all... we The S, y'all

S y'all... we The S, y'all

[Band Intros 2: Black Milk]

Yeah! We finally come to the part, where we gotta give the drummer some

You ready??

DJ Dez on the drums!

[*the band gives the drummer some*]

Yeah!

Hey, Dez...

Do it how you did it in London!

Uh, uh, uh... do it!

[*Dez does it*] Oh!

Bring it on back...

[*band brings it all back*]

I know what you thinking...

These niggas finally got it right

Yeah!

Now I don't know where you at

You might be in the crib, you might be in the car, you might be at the show

Wherever you at – put your peace sign in the air like this, y'all

E'rybody – on the count of the 3 – want y'all to sing along with us

Keep them "V"s in the air, y'all

Front and back, I wanna see y'all...

Y'all ready? 1... 2... 3... here we go:

[Refrain 2: Black Milk]

We are The S, y'all... we The S, y'all

Uh! The S, y'all... we The S, y'all

What? We The S, y'all...

I don't hear some of y'all

Y'all gotta sing it louder

Ready? Yo...

We are The S, y'all... we The S, y'all

Uh! The S, y'all... we The S, y'all

Uh! The S, y'all... we The S, y'all

Villa Band... break it down!

[*Villa Band breaks it down*]