[Busta Rhymes:] "Slum Villa'! "Type shit!"

[J Dilla:] "Wooorldwide!"

Yes!

[J Dilla:] "It's all real..."

Slum Village, y'all – it's like that, y'all! Uh!

It's so beautiful!

It's so lovely!

So beautiful – it's like that y'all, yeah!

{*whispers*} Yo... it's like that, y'all...

(You know what...? Uh)

You see I'm cold like the summers that I see in my sky

**** came in this game and they stole our style

Now look at these ****, say they so high style

Nothin' would surprise me now, the war gener-al

Now I think 'fore I speak these words out my mouth

But the sen-[ten]-ces I be sayin', I be blurring 'em out

So I speak with a slur, like a drunk on a row

Or a disturbed patient in the men-tal house

Come and lounge in the house of the Slum

Where the sounds of the music is as best as they come

It's all good – "S is the best," said some

Some said we wouldn't succeed as one

Heyyyy...

We do it for you **** who get money

Now you got it, if you feel it

Put your hands up in the air (Air, air, air...)

Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it

All we need is me and you

Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (Let's go...)

It's like I stay at constant war with these wack ****

You'd think I wore a hard-hat with the strap hangin'

Gat slangin', with my arm in the shape of a L, lettin' my fingers walk

I never been down to Earth, I just been deep in thought

Peeping y'all mediocre MCs, deleting culture

I cry freedom like the eyes leaking from a deceasin' soldier

You think it's over? Not by a longshot

Even if triggered by the best sniper the mob got

'Cause I rock sacrament type slang

Doper than collapsin' a life vein with the needle to your forearm

You'd wind up in the worst-case scenario, challenging me

The unseen son of a king – something extreme!

Super-heroic

Boost the moon through a poem's landscape

To make your hands wave, like the movements of oceans

Don't make me angry, you bound to get lifted from the canvas

Equivalent to mutated talents of Professor Xavier-y

"S is the best," said some, some said we wouldn't succeed as one

(One... one... one...)

We do it for you **** who get money

Now you got it, if you feel it

Put your hands up in the air (Air, air, air...)

Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it

All we need is me and you

Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (Let's go...)

Come on...!

C-c-come on... (Come on...!)

Most of these **** done sold they soul ta'...

Get ya lil' highs, ya lil' chain, ya lil' Rover

Bark, children! Every breath you take

The end gettin' closer, one life to live

And it's based upon a clock that's tickin' and it's tockin' – it don't stop!

I'm in a gray space-coaster, you can't see me

Because you're blind to the simple fact of life

That one of these days you're gonna die!

And miss the one and only chance you could fly

The Motor-Bot, where **** is claiming the fame

Just try to humble yourself and be greater than the name (Rasu'l!)

This message is stuck on your brain... live your life!

We do it for you **** who get money

Now you got it, if you feel it

Put your hands up in the air (Air, air, air...)

Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it

All we need is me and you

Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (Let's go...)

We do it for you **** who get money

Now you got it, if you feel it

Put your hands up in the air (Air, air, air...)

Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it

All we need is me and you

Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (Let's go...)