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slum village - harmony lyrics

[chorus: baatin]
harmony, it’s what we need
it’s impossible for you to succeed without harmony
oh without harmony, harmony, harmony…

[verse 1: baatin]
harmony’s great! time is forsaken
practice is why all my lyrics are makin’ sense
for the dense, scr+w+ng you with a wrench
of rhymes it’s intense, like the love that i mince
it’s crucial, you must got me mistaken for this chump
n+ggas must want to get stomped up in this b+tch
finally, we rich! (oh ho haha)
laughing at these n+ggas who think they makin’ it rapping
tss – you just a citizen, loyal to a faulty corporation
free your sh+t from this wicked experiment
you can’t understand from whence this message is sent
and my soul is free like a dove in the sky
and my eyes have seen the coming… coming… coming… coming…

[chorus: baatin]
harmony, it’s what we need
it’s impossible for you to succeed without harmony
oh without harmony, harmony, harmony…

[verse 2: t3]
check it out, dawg – i gotta hold it down
got a bol’ that’ll throw like a bowlin’ pal
when i flow then you know that i stole this round
send them boy to they toes ’cause it’s on right now
if i feel that i need, then a n+gga might bleed
with his cars, and his keys, and his girl and his weed
it’s a shame, but indeed, he will fall to his knees
it’s the l+st of the cash and the money that’s green
if i light one i kick it, i spit what i flow
and i do what i do for motherf+ckin’ doe!
stack when its paper, many pages when its rhymes
when i leave, then i’m gone, you know that it’s time
sh+ttt – we the ones still in this b+tch!
without crews like the “s” then some can’t exist
it’s a must that i humble myself when i spit
when i’m one with my body and my soul is at bliss (one! one… one… one…)
[chorus: baatin, chopped]
what…
im…
you…
out…
you…
without harmony, harmony, harmony, harmony…

[verse 3: elzhi]
beautiful as a pretty piece of crystal
my crisp flow’ll make you whistle
within amazement, it’s all ages
you haven’t the vaguest ideal
i spill like doing “the macarena” holding a martini
with bars leaning in a verse, dancing
i could have wrote your first anthem
inside a perfect world, i left the earth standing
motionless, showing its worst antics
recording time through twin pupils
the pen’s useful, living proof that a man’s fruitful
i would salute you if you was tight but instead i shoot you
right between your eyes and your hair where you been bamboozled
ya lost more than a style – ya lost yourself, n+ggas
i let you dwell with the others
as i excel on a higher scale
delete the sky, trail forming my name
a prince born as a king
avoiding the swings of hostile upbringing
trying to live the opposite
i hold an image like the film in the hand of photographers they shot it in (they shot it in, shot it in…)

- slum village lyrics

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