Testo Untitled/Fantastic - Slum Village
Testo della canzone Untitled/Fantastic (Slum Village), tratta dall'album Fantastic Vol. 2
Y'all, hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee
Yeah, I'ma show you all how to emcee
See I can rock a floor if I rock with high beam
I rock with melody, one of the soldiers of the team
See y'all niggas is dope fiends hoping for a dream
Intervene like a case of gangreen
Gain the green then exit the scene
With a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jeans
See I'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet
And niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit
See, life ain't a game it remains intense
Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin' a scent
See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent
Feelin' it, y'all ass's read!
Uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron
Hippocrates get stepped upon in the combat
Don't you come back until you waxed your song
It deserved at your war phat
You up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk
Don't shoot come see this, just sit back, breathe
I got more where this come from-from
Jay-Dee, the original drum master
You will never hit the best, best
Fast or slow, slow?
It doesn't matter though, T-3 times the emcee callin' the lap
Ba-tian the one whose in the tree of life
Hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight
Grace, can only come into the sight
Soul power it ingites like the sun
SV dominates the industry for fun
Fun (fun), fun (fun), fun (fun), and all the run, fun
Yea, yea to, to up to the beat
Yea, yea, ya know we can't-can't stop
We can't-can't quit
Stance answers put up your hands and fist
For the band, and if ya can't stand
One of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit (c'mon)
Like dead man, wake up, as we bring the action
Don't be standing, more like a grand-slam hit (c'mon)
For the whole fam flippin' on the hand-stand tip (c'mon)
We get the dough, weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits
Before we go-go, we gettin' on some damn-wham shit
I ain't times for second hand brand kicks
Rippin from the Beatdown, San Francis to Japan land
It's the br-and new, we can't keep movin' like the trans am
Do-do don't stop, we can't-can't quit, we can't-can't
We can't-can't, we can't-can't stop, we can't-can't quit
Hey y'all
This is for y'all to dance to a slow
'Cause it's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic
We say fan-ta-sy roll
You say, huh, what you know, is that shit?
Hey y'all
This is for y'all to dance to a slow
'Cause it's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic
Credits
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, Titus Printice Glover, R.l. Altman Iii
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