La La - Slum Village

So beautiful

So lovely

So beautiful

It’s like that y’all yeah

You see I’m cold like the summers that

I see in my sky

Niggas came in this game

And they stole our style

Now look at these niggas

Say they so hostile

Now we move from pride in now

We more general

Now I think 'fore I speak

These words out my mouth

But the spp--that I be saying

I be blurring 'em out

So I speak with a slur

Like a drunk on a rile

Or a disturbed patient in the

Men-tal house

Cool and lounge

In the house of the slum

Where the sounds and the music

Is as best as they come

It’s all good

S is the best said some

Some say we will intercede as one

Heyyyy

This is how we do it

For you niggas who get money

Now you got it if you feel it

Put your hands up in the air

Women who must get it got it

Fluid and you know you flaunt it

All we need is me and you

Let’s make it happen

Come on

Let’s go

It’s like I stay at constant war

With these wack niggas

You think I wore a hard hat

With the strap hangin'

Gat slangin'

With my arm in the shape of a L

Letting my fingers walk

I never been down to Earth

I just been deep in thought

Peeping y’all mediocre MCs

Deleting culture

I cry freedom

Like the eyes leaking

From a deceasin' soldier

You think it’s over

Not by a longshot

Even if triggered

By the best sniper the mob got

Cause I rock sacrament type slang

Doper than collapsing a light vein

With a needle to your forearm

You wind up in the worst-case scenario

Challenging me

The unseen son of a king

Something extreme

Superheroic boost a moon through a poem’s

Landscape to make your hands wave

Like the movements of oceans

Don’t make me angry

You bound to get lifted from the canvas

Equivalent to mutated talents of Professor Xavery

S is the best

Ask some

Some say we will intercede as one

Most of these niggas been so late

Sold up

Get ya little high

Ya little Tanq-load over

Once you breathe

Every breath you take

The end getting closer

One life to live

And this bass is

Like the clock it’s

Tickin' and tockin'

It don’t stop

I’m in a gray-space coaster

You can’t see me

Because you’re blind to the simple fact of life

That one of these days you’re gonna die

And miss the one and only chance

You can fly

Motor-Boy

Where niggas is claiming the fame

Try to humble yourself

And be greater than the name

Rasu’l

This message is stuck on your brain

Live your life…