Slum Villain - Statik Selektah, Joey Bada$$

The truth is that which needs to be told

And true creation is that which needs to be created

(Yeah, 1, 2, 1, 2 let’s ride)

Slum villain

Slave to the page, always keep my tongue spillin'

Now I spit the dope until I get the numb feelin'

Tell me how them lungs feel

Runnin' laps around the track tryna' tread mills

Dollar bills can’t conceal the real deal

It’s still lyrical skill that will appeal

Shots fire at the will, I be in the field feelin' ready to die

Been ready to kill plus I’m ready to ride for any one of my guys

Can’t look me in my eyes say I’m telling a lie

Head in the sky on the better side

I’m from the Bed Stuy, where the homicide rate is getting pretty high

If money my religion, truth is better than my jeans

Probably spot the Buddha man picking through the seams

Met him at the banquet and hit the bank still

Jesus got the wheel, don’t take

The happiest days of my life were taken from me

Now I’m just a slave to the mic, wait hold up

I don’t think this chain fit me right, got a couple loose screws

Now I write like my brain got swoll up, swoll up

Like my brain got swoll up, swoll up

Like my brain got swoll up, swoll up

Like my brain got swoll up, swoll up

Super sperm

And can you say New York City?

And can you say New York City?

Can you say New York City?

Can you save New York City?

Can you save New York City?

And can you save New York City?