The Reunion, Pt. 2 - Slum Village

Yo EL and 10 killin 'em, 3 killin nem

You thought we broke up and we were just reassemblin'

Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin'

The villa on some classic shit like vans emb-e-lems

It’s the gorrila pimps, we bustin denim in the club

That you can’t wear ya denim in

Freakin' da rhyme til every line ends with a *din-in-in*

You don’t wanna romp and stomp in Timberlands

Shouts to my nigga Killigan

And all of my peeps that rep more D then 12 Eminems

Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?

Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan

Sounds similiar — I’m not feelin 'em

Get the balls like Venus in Wimbeldon

While I’m in them fly whips five-wheelin' 'em

On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins

Still here

Still here never left just switched the style up

Came through made moves still get the crowd up

Its our time «D"time nigga ya times up

Get riled up for the Reunion

EL killin nem, Dilla killin nem

Maybe we could hook up again back wit Ten and them

Together again with all forces on some Fantastic Four or Four Horsemen

Cant do it without ya crew boy

Guess who boy, comin through wit two boy

Nobody but us that rap in a clutch

Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch

Some couldn’t feel our style or feel our flow

Never talked our slang never walked our road

All they know is these niggas is tainted

Don’t know about those rovers that candy painted

We’ve been mis"ed, miscon-screwed (construed),

Misunderstood, and over used

So we take this time to set the record straight

Critics get the dic’it we did it anyway

Now you hear our raps wit Dilla and you all on our team

Till you heard Ten was gone was apart of he scheme

See!

We still got love where was you at at?

Just 'cause a nigga go solo think we turned our backs

Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that

But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts nigga

Yo Ten kill’n em, 3 kill’n 'em

You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did

I wrote a that I recited it was hot

But I had to rewrite 'cause I thought we was united and we not

But though all the love that I got for you

Parna I picked apart ya words and I’m shocked in them interviews

Of been accused of not caring

When the city threw your furnture out

Its not fair when I’m learnin about

How stress you fell in a article

Forget a rhyme I’m just as real when I talk to you

And you know that we share Kodak moments

I wish we could go back

But don’t act like you wasn’t bug’n out like a phone tap

Chase’n cars in the street

I saw you throw a part in the sink

Then after hit the bar for a drink who asked you to slow down?

Even though niggas told me you was gon' clown

But I tried you didn’t know I cried

When I saw you wildin at the State Theater

Near the door by the side

Throw you in the trunk and find a preacher for you

Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you

Sink’n fast in the deepest soil

Ya parents finally got you some help

You came out seeming normal and

I heard you on medication

Had a illness you couldn’t heal with herbs and meditation

And believe me;

Me and T3 kept it low

Don’t take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love ya

But watch the company you keep

Swearing niggas don’t care, but they love you in the streets

Get ya mind right nigga…