Action - Black Milk

This is a Black Milk Presentation

Ride with us, this how we do it

T3 my nigga what up family

Elzhi my nigga what up family

Baatin my niggga what Up fam

In a lam-lam we ran so hand me my Grammy

No competition, none villain

Throw them hands to the air all flailing to the ceiling

Take a cup then fill it pour out a little liquor

Toast to my nigga Dilla

Still Livin' 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

Time, Time for some action

We gon get it back going back son

Tin where you at

I’m Right Here son

Then show these niggas where they got their style from

(I can’t understand a word of this verse)

Time, Time for some action

We gon get it back going back son

El where you at

I’m Right Here Black

Then show these niggas where the rhymes at

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 Louie to 13, you just excel to moet

Hand out the window dropping shells on your set

This is murder rap

I live for n get shot off how they turn they caps

Born crazy the children of the corn raised me

In the killer fields (?) 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

Time, Time for some action

We gon get it back going back son

3 where you at

I’m Right Here son

Then show these niggas where the flow came from

The villa fam and yeah, Black’s my man

See them little niggas beefing they’re got rid of really fast

Think you’ve heard the best of the Slum?

you 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 pass

Can’t see us, beat us or fleet us I’m running on the tracks

Flowing with it till I finish I’m dong 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 tray, 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

Time, Time for some action

We gon get it back going back son

We the last ones

Don’t get mad son

Give it up, it’s a wrap

ONE!