Slum Village - "Trinity(Past,Present...)Edited" (2002) by Slum Village (보컬) on maniadb.com

Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
you know what I'm saying

(Freestyle #1)
back in the day we used roll up some hoes
never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls
now a day niggaz be twistin up for the conversation
in my day niggaz was twisted off the meditation
(allllll child)in my day niggaz was living off of the plantation
never ever catchin some niggaz with a occupation
now a dayz niggaz be fiendin for the masturbation
from a bitch that got a dick with a clit-
pulsatin/I say is what I said
that's right niggaz be hatin
just waitin to be catching a fist to the face
waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case
cause his drink was laced. now check it out..

(Freestlye #2)
I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin
drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond
behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate
designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots
outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants
apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence
the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent
soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin
fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins
pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen
trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin
I'm trying to rhyme again

(Elzhi)
Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day
For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay
You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K.
And a rock on your finger like you took a married name
We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane
You been smokin' for years, funny things never change
Your all that I need, in and not in every way
Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J.

(Hook)(2X)
"What is this" (just chill it) "Who are you" (come feel it)
"Is this su-" (-perficial, love is certain)

(T3)
I got a pocket full of fitties
Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me
I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie
I can't sleep at night dog I'm dirty
I take my mans ta the spot, when it's hot
We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not
We doing things we can't deny but y'all supposed to try
The same niggaz that be asking us why
But girl I'm trying to get you, I love to get you
I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you
I ain't the type of people that be holding out
Now step up in this whip and let's be rolling out

(Hook)(2x)

(Baatin)
When I come correct, you know it ain't just my words
I penatrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve
And, I know it sounds superficial, but I'm so hardcore
Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek
Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day
We doing it 'til the sun lay
(come into my zone where the bliss is deep)

(Hook until fade)

Real love, true love (It feels good girl)
Tainted love (It's so good girl) real love
True love (It's alright baby) tainted love, real love, true love
Tainted love

Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy
I'm tryin to strum like guitars in this beat
And consider ridin she'll kick the blahzay spleen
Plus, you got a man but he ain't quite me
The type of man that try to give you what you need
And, he wanna know where you are where you be
Where you going where you today where you started to be (Damn)
If I was him I wouldn't even leave
I would trust you what you say that you are where you been
Say, he the type of nigga that's still cheap
Take his girl on a date and they go to Mickey D's
See, I'm the type that try to style in a jeep
Try to take you out to see things and occasionally creep
Yeah your man is doing things I can't really see
Don't sound too good it sound tainted to me

Real love (It's so real girl) true love (It's so right girl)
Tainted love (It's real) real love (It's so good girl)
True love (For real love) tainted love (Tainted)
Real love (Yeah yeah) true love (It's so good girl) real love

How many years does it take for a record to blow?
I'm doin exactly how many licks it took for my hoes
Spendin your cash flow cause she was so out hoe
Scandal love, cause love full of scandal
Too much chick for that ass she couldn't handle that
Well it's the same tainted love in the music business
People they lose thet brain just to get up in this
Let's be a star for day, everything in life is just ok
People say things they don't really wanna say
Hey but it's ok cause your a star for the day
People a smile at you when they really wanna frown
Well a that's just the way tainted folk get down
Just keep it real and, we'll see
When the situation is tainted love is always free
Love is always free love is always free

Real love, true love, tainted love, real love
True love, tainted love, real love, true love, real

You say you love me but is it really real
Would you, fix me green tea if I'm feelin ill
Would you, give me a back rub to sooth after a long day
Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree
And if so I do the same with other treats to give you
Trailin rose pedals from your door to beneath your pillow
With a bucket of champagne on your night stand
Experience with someone who want in they life span, the same

Real love, real, real, everybody knows that love's real love
Someone to trust in you for real
Everybody need love that's real
I would never want nothin tainted
Wait a minute what you feel
Faded if your lovin was tainted
True, oh, I know true love is hard to find
Just let it find you for real
If you found love to keep it real
Keep love from being tainted, being tainted
Oooh do you, be, alright
(T3: Just sit y'all, Dwele, on more time y'all come on)
If you, be, alright...

(T3)
Yo me and my man fin to get on some disco
Come on

(Chorus)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street corners make 'em disco come on
What you need Disco
We got more for you
In the barber shops make 'em disco
In the beauty shops make 'em disco come on
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Thug ass niggas wanna disco
Pretty ass uh wanna disco come on
What you need Disco
We got more for you
Up up in the club Disco
Uh come on and disco

(Verse 1: T3)
Come on
I wanna see y'all take it there on the floor
You wanted the Slum so we came with some more
I hate y'all people who hate them people who
Like to make y'all shake and make good music who
Us, we coming in the pl-ace
No time to conversate get funky like the bass
Get down to the sound cuz the Slum is on the tr-ace
Don't worry about the Sobe cuz the Slum is on the c-ase
Dirty District, dusty music
The funk so nasty can make you lose a nugget
If you want to, bring your bloozey
Watch out for this one, this here's a doozey

(Chorus)
What you need Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
We got the funk to make you disco
Elzhi drop a verse to make 'em disco come on

(Verse 2: Elzhi)
Don't sell yourself to "Fall In Love"
You're in "Climax" cuz after it's done then "Go Ladies"
I mean what's up with all the "Jealousy"
You knew that it was you, her and me
You tryna "CB4" you better "Raise It Up"
Out of my crib take a cab
Cuz "Conent Gardens" is where they flatten your wig
This for a certain chick whose name remains "Untitled"
This is "2U4U" and by you
Got sick and tired of going "Forth And Back"
Arguing about paper stacks, told you to "Hold Tight"
But you stayed tryna "Get Dis Money"
Asked you where my dough, you said "I Don't Know"
I know the sex was "Fantastic"
It's the "Thelonius" when I'm boning chicks
It gets the mattress
Girl "Tell Me" if you want something you can just
Make plump and if so then keep your "Eyes Up"
Now we buckwilding "What's That All About"
"Once Upon A Time" you was down now we falling out
Sweetheart we the "Players"
You wouldn't understand if you bought Volume 2 from the bootleggers

(Chorus: T3)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco (Yeah)
On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah)
What you need Disco
We got more for you
We got the soul to make you disco
SV will drop the funk to make you disco come on
What you want Disco
We got it for you
We'll make you disco
Pretty ass women wanna disco
What you need Disco
We got more for you
We got the funk to make you disco
You wanna disco come on

(T3)
(One, one..)Don't fuck it up! (One)
It only takes (One)
so feel it y'all (One)

Now every (One)
It only takes (One)
You only need (One)
So feel it y'all (One)

We're number (One)
You're not number (One)
It only takes (One)
So feel it y'all (One)

It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em
To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em
One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house
With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch - One
You fuck it up for all of the rest
You n your niggas in the parking lot rollin' the cess
Tryin' to get up in some chickens that all in your shit
They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except One
She ain't feelin' the crew
Plus she got a man she don't like niggas like you
She said you fuck wit the niggas, you know how they do
We roll out, 'cause we see another we another set of dudes
So one - minute later, hear some shots in the air
Niggas duckin' on the ground like guerilla warfare
Fuckin' up a niggas groove and when they know it ain't fair
He roll out with his niggas and his hands in the air
Singin' One (one, one, one, one)

(Elzhi)
It only takes (One)
To rock it y'all (One)
You only need (One)
To do it y'all (One)

It takes, one, tragedy to bring a family closer
One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore
These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door
It took one hit, tongue kiss and make cum quick
It took one hit, for a wack rapper to make millions
Causing the illest niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One, Love was the joint that my cousins used to breakdance to
Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle
This -one- turn for the worst, my main concern for the earth
'Cause it seems to get even worse when it turns
Purposely burn an emcee, fricasee his hand holding the mic
So he can't fold it to write
I'm potent as a lightning bolt when it strike
At least - one - feelin' me
Come through ya city with sign and drown ya energy - One!

One, one, one, one

(T3)
Now every (One)
It only takes (One)
You only need (One)
So feel it y'all (One)

One of the best in the class it's so stupid
One who test it's tragic so don't do it
Group move crowds like they had us do with theme music
Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid
One, more tragic than ninety-one-one
Also we fearsome
Known as the Slum and that's just one organism
One crew comin' through 'cause we gotta hit 'em
Those dudes too fly like the Continental
Two niggas on the side one up the middle
It's love in the club and it's constant
We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts

(Baatin)
One...two...the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking that I procrati-nate
One of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of
Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs
Soon as I'm done making my rap million dollar hits
Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse
Soon as I'm one with the universe
I'm done with you little fucks in this little earth
I rule a planet of my own where you don't exist
Everything is One

(Verse 1: T3)
There I was sittin there lookin, waitin
Waitin for the chance to get to date you
I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos
Sure need you around when its all ova
Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you
But since the day I met you I knew I would bend you, over
Not sayin its about that
Its about us blending like vocals on ill tracks
Classic, like a novel by Stephen King
Always restin by the revel where a social reign
Sex, its the farthest thing from my mind
I'm thinkin how we get together like the starter line
Fiction, to all the ladies that want it real
A breif description on how a nigga might feel
This is, one page out a black book
This is, how it goes when its all good, sista

(Chorus x4)
And back, forth and forth, back

(Verse 2: Elzhi)
Just keep the sun in my storm clouds
Appreciate you as a man I was born child, young
Lookin for young girls to party with
Make your body shift, shake up your cartilidge, women
I wasn't satisfied with just one
I'll rip your valentine and having time adjusting, its hard
I thought not a soul could change me
You honor roll, I was down with hoes in grade C, level
I guess there is roses in the ghetto
Gotta find them, always meet the dozen not he dimond, coal
Been supportive now my days shorter
When they was longer dealin with the side effects were calmer, mistakes
I tripped over in my early days
Making the skies over few look a pearly gray, dirty
Until you came along and laid it on
I'll stick with you even if my man say its wrong, for real

(Chorus x4)

(Verse 3: Baatin)
Since its my last joint I guess I gotta put it down
For the queens who fiend for the kings who come around
I wanna extend the jewels to the crown
Behold you are soul that is lost never found
Still a virgin cause you untouched
Fuckin around with low-life niggas, gettin fucked
You need a king to put it down right
I know you want something thats more than just a one night
Stand tall never fall for the less queen
Nieve niggas with tired ass raps stuck in his dreamstate
With his truck and his real estate, fell for the bait
Not knowing he's tryna change what's sealed in his fate
Just a mouse lookin through a crack
Of the gates to a soul never coming back
Cultivaters never laid to realize self
And when its done the queen of queens will complete your wealth
Know thy self
(Chorus x4)

(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out y'all
We gone' bounce around like this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah
Yo

First class
Full blast
Smash
Everything, women wiggle that ass
All my niggas analyse the color contrast
Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass
Hocus...Pocus...Focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
Now at dates we talk funny and floss money
Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny
Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage
Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge
Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max
Spendin my wax
I'm Feelin' one time
Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine

Hook 1 (x2)
{Do It}
What It's All About
{Stop}
What it's all about

(Jay-Dee)
It's on now
We Worldwide
Yo crew what up
Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it}
Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It}
Detroit the Metropolis
Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit
SV stay on top of this
If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep}
It's all real
You know I ain't no approxamist
Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis
Get it
Who you die for
Get it
The proper shit
SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this

Hook 2
Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee
{What it all about}
Stop
{What it's all about}
Do it
{What it's all about}
Stop
{What it's all about}
Do it
{What it's all about}

(T3)
Yo
Live on wax
With the extra raps
See the S been doin' this shit since way back
Say that, when it comes to rap
We got a nack for that
And for that we brag
And so we rap
For this lucretive stack
Grippin the phat Caddilic
With the diamond back
If you was to ask me where it's at
Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats
On a real
Real Detroit rap
Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks
Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap
Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that
That's word up

Hook 1 (x2)

(Baatin)
We smack niggas
Cause niggas don't give a f**k
Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what
My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth
Show these niggas how you get your money's worth
I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund
I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done
I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1
All around the world gave these suckers the runs
Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit
I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate
Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody go to town

Hook 1 (x2)

(Busta Rhymes: Outro)
...Makin' you bounce
My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce
Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce
It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce
Niggas in the world, makin you bounce
All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce
Yo,yo
Yo we makin' you bounce
Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce

Hook 1 (To Fade)

one-two one-two

Chorus:
To fall in love,
with the things you do
don't sell yourself
to fall in love
with those things you do.

(Baatin)
Lady's lovin' my music is like some sex shit
niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
run around the corner to pick up the new shit
toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck
I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke
niggas fall in love with the music like its a ho'
Put down your mic you lost your whole goal
you take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical
in the studio loop as usual
lovin' my lyrical
fuck bitches that you would know
I'm out of this cause you wanna be below
Yall niggas in love with the S
Yall niggas in love with the S

Chorus

(T3)
yeah, jay-dee man i see sometimes,
i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes
How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time?
Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hoping one day it comes around
One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time
But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine
To these niggas out here trying to rhyme
Your reason for a better should of been genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind
And for the love

Don't sell yourself
(Chorus)

yo, one-two
word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright.

(T3)
Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh
that nigga Baatin uh, uh, thats my crew,
yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a,
and all my other motherfu-cka,
what up to all you trying to bust, us.
Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell,
yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am,
T-3 on the mic,
i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight.
(cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo
niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright.

some freestyle shit