Black Milk Action Lyrics

[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 muhf*ckin' 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!