Once Upon A Time [original Mix] Lyrics - Slum Village

I'm on a mission 

I hold the pen and stay twisted 

The competition my street cats will stay listening (word up) 

Detroit to New York I still walk the walk 

Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y'all 

Never was known to be an emcee 

I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy 

Reciting facts shit, and it's like herbs to bite 

Bum rushing mic tec playing slowly at night 

Coincide with the mic take flight above shores (word of mouth) 

I separate mines from yours 

I look ya up and as I stare in your face 

Your big mind's on a hum hum 

The one you got your idea from 

Yeah I'm right here son, straight out the slum 

Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows 

So when I blow (what) the niggas respect my flow 

Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill 

Ay yo, you want flows? We got tons of them 

Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit like the Huntington 

Get that money and dip 

Flash the cash in front of them 

Niggas gruntin' and shit 

Sayin' nothin I'm done with them 

Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a hold they gun on them 

Cause if one of them cats jump, we all jumpin' in 

Believe that! 

We got somethin' for the some dumb 

Bubble yum chewin that don't know what they doin' with this rap shit 

Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all know you bored with the wack shit 

We got that phat shit that auto and 

Track shit and when you hear it man I don't know how to act, shit 

It's like the first related verse and now we rock with the beat 

Just another causality for S and the V 

It's like action is what we give and receive 

Best do believe we got some shit up our sleeves 

Shit to dance to, some shit to the trees 

Some shit if you dyin' and they help you breathe 

Make a handicap nigga exceed with speed 

It's like totally with Toronto to V 

Doin this for DET in the place to be 

Can't forget the rest R,O,I, and T 

Mac Nicholas baby, what else could it be? 

Please, lace me with a scratch for the beat 

In the beginning, it was the S, never no name shit 

Motherfuckers traveled for miles to Mac Nick 

We kick rhymes we know they never sound like yours 

To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts 

Fuck this rap shit, I'm too smart for that 

I do this shit for kicks with my crew, believe that 

The S is on the way to makin' emcees quick 

I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the emcees duck 

On the mic I never fight I call an angel of war 

Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical sword 

You really want a bottle? You must be ill 

Well it's the S, numero uno, I'm in your favorite 

The negroes make the music that you run out to get 

Now this is love at the less, new bomb shit 

Mac Nicholas is earnin' money on some burner shit 

What, Slum Vill and we out 

No doubt for 98 

Settin ya straight 

Getcha self laced 

Peace