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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 nothing
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
Never leave you alone, my squad's not budging'
They all hide from us like camouflage colors

[Hook: Black Milk]
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]
(I can't understand a word of this verse)

[Hook: Black Milk]
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 and think I won't demolish any son of man
I have 'em feeling like a villain when his gun is jammed
You seen death, 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
There's no difference than the one used for sticking up teams
There's no escaping the flow from the older Jason
Rapping circles around clowns like I'm roller skating
El is a threat and hailed as a vet
Sipping Louis XIII, you just excel to Moet
Hand out the window dropping shells on your set, this is murder rap
I live for niggas, get shot off how they turn they caps
Born crazy, the children of the corn raised me
In the killer fields, villa gills with deformed babies
Ladies I'm tearing in, think I'm marrying
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]
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
Think 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 fleet us I'm running on the tracks
Flowing with it till 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 spit that raw I go third
Or Tre, or anything else except for Herb
Y'all did now y'all done let me and my mans merge
It's the Villa, high puffing the realest of experts
Planning my birth to resurrect like Jesus In church
Rushin the tempo through momento i spill it on the track son

[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!