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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 nothin' 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 Leave you along, my squad's not budging They all hide from us like camouflage colors [Hook: Black Milk, (Baatin)] 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, (Baatin as Titus)] I got my mind on the provolone 'Til I'm gone, back to Rome Link up with the nigga Titus at the orgy, eatin' olives (Sink into my elevator, meet me in the backseats Sippin' on the blood with the Queen Of The Damned, nigga) *poof* Back for my nigga Black, back on the map Realize, he the king of these muhfuckin' tracks – beast! (Aim for the kill, niggas shoot, nigga, peel that I've been lustin' to fill the shell of my flesh, black) My nigga Dilla, nigga moved to make a killin' in the after-all The all Funky Cowboy niggas [ ... Proof ?] (Aw no, now nothing else left to do) But live a good a life and ball, niggas When ya back to reality, give me a call, nigga (Back to my thirst for the blood of the lamb, nigga It's Mac Nicholas, hoes know who I am, bitch) [Hook: Black Milk, (Elzhi)] 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, to think I won't demolish any son of man I'll have him feeling like a villain when his gun is jammed You seein' depth, 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 that's no different than the one used for stickin' up teams There's no escapin' the flow from the older Jason Rapping circles around clowns like I'm roller skatin' El is a threat and hailed as a vet Sipping Louis XIII, you just excelled to Moet Hand out the window, dropping shells on ya set – this is murder rap I live where niggas get shot up for how they turn they caps Born crazy, the Children Of The Corned raised me in The Killing Field Fillin' gills with deformed babies Ladies I'm tearing in, think I'm marryin' 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, (T3)] 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 Thinkin 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 flee us, I'm running on this tracks Flowing with it 'til 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 spits that raw, I go third, or Tre, or anything else except a herb Y'all did it now, y'all done let me and my mans merge It's the Villa High, come feel the realest of experts Planning my birth to resurrect like Jesus, I'm church Worship my temple, feel my mental, I spill it on a verse [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!