Slums (Dirty)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: AKIR] Yo Cops and robbers, fires and gunshots, run through these slum blocks Call me Sir Hansel, I handle shit and dismantle, Ak' Scrambling just to beat the clock, stashing it just to feed my sock Rationing with my people, passionate about my pantry stock I'm trying to get it while the getting's good. It's understood That, in my hood, it's going tough way before it should, tough guys End up with snuffed fires, not doing what they could, dodging Out of Dakota 'ause they no longer fill their quota I'll make my money turning shoulders, flipping out Motorolas Color like Crayola while my aim or game is for payola Catch me running down fire escapes Feel the backdraft, throw the coat up around my waist. Here's A crowbar to just open your safe. Walk like Shaft Cool and fast. Nigga, don't lose the path. This is the realm I plan to last in. If it's necessary, throw the mask and Start blasting, thoughts of an assassin [Hook: Priviledge and Goldenchild] [Priviledge] Assassinating niggas. Had to be the atrophy New World catastrophe, niggas screaming, ("Ooh yeah") When the cops come, son, 'cause we not phased How you gonna catch the rat in his own maze? [Goldenchild] Ayyo, what you gonna do when the guns go blao? Bodies up in the crowd, niggas screaming, ("Ooh yeah") We living without a meaning. On corners, niggas is fiending Steady clocking demons up in their semen [Verse 2: Priviledge] Ayyo, as heads are supersonic, flowing like colonics Hyperbolic syllabic cess, we De La Mystic Cousin, you would hate to miss it. Sudan how I kick it Says, "D, I'll be blowing trees in the Mezzanine" Prophesized Felestin, point the blue stream on the wall If it all I'm not good, change the channel Learnt your values at Crate & Barrel with the Rest of the red states, sexual head games Get locked in the vestibule. Deacon prize: dick, fuel Veiled society, black cloaks, ceremonial Smoke runs generations deep. We Venerable foes in the streets. Across the country, it's real Hungry folks anywhere'll get you for a meal Philly to Turkmenistan, man, I've been on it like RPG fire 'cross the Gaza Strip morning [Interlude 1: Priviledge] And that's real (You nah'mean?). Come on, dawg. Still... [Hook: Priviledge and Goldenchild] [Priviledge] Assassinating niggas. Had to be the atrophy New World catastrophe, niggas screaming, ("Ooh yeah") When the cops come, son, 'cause we not phased How you gonna catch the rat in his own maze? [Goldenchild] Ayyo, what you gonna do when the guns go blao? Bodies up in the crowd, niggas screaming, ("Ooh yeah") We living without a meaning. On corners, niggas is fiending Steady clocking demons up in their semen [Verse 3: Goldenchild] Turn the page, see your man on the mic, rocking crowds 'Cause we do what we like, hold it down and never Run 'cause we fight for the soul and the words to be right Hoping those understand our plight Underground, Terror Firma be light. Backwoodz If you got 'em, we like, blessing spirits through the sparks of the night Speak true shit at you 'cause it's right, drop jewels Never confuse, we keeping it tight. Uh, uh [Bridge 1: Goldenchild] We keep you rocking and you moving (And you moving) We're in a war and we are losing (We're losing) And everybody is amusing (Amusing) We're caught up in lies and we are losing (We're losing) [Verse 4: billy woods] I came to smoke The fixes in, even though I weren't broke Quick to grin, nod off that dope without A syringe. If she deepthroat? Once the bottle Spin, me and her might elope. Hollow men Swallow dope in Lagos, seeking hope In chaos. Apollo's hungry, man of war Morningstar, daisy cutters blasting cars Follow the money. Fat man In the land of the starving, begging your pardon Mr. President for life, but the sergeant and majors Plotting at night, razor edge on the knife They want your spot. Beware the Ides of March We want rights, cars with spare parts And tripe in a pot. Like it or not Anywhere outside the capital is hot Better gas up the jets, terrorists tiptoeing with threats Place your bets. Five cigarettes says Revolution won't change shit (Fuck you thought?) [Bridge 2: Goldenchild] And this is why I make our music (Goldenchild) Because it's real, I know you feel it And this is why we make our music (Terror Firma) For this reason, it's very therapeutic [Verse 5: Vordul Mega] Rage against time, moving in lines Trying to get cheddar writing these letters Hoping things'll get better as we strike A piety of vendettas, suffering from Poverty in a man's checking, giving lectures Lacking mercy. They're trying to chop our heads off So we stay thirsty. Popping, we clever With thoughts that'll sever the limbs of an ill Society. We doves, get by on trees And we love being heat under, believing in each Other, surviving, knowing we each Scuff amongst beasts, live with a street hunger Feed the lung with purified air And herbs, living truth through these words. Times hard When you need money. In the eye of A storm, see thunder and electrified souls Terror Firma