Aerodynamic (Slum Village Remix)

Speak to the hand, I'm Martin, you Tisha Campbell

Tired of livin' this life everyday it's a gamble

Puttin' pieces together that don't even assemble

Feelin' like somebody I don't like but I resemble

I'm so sick up in here and it's time to make moves

Try to proscrastinate everything I do

My life is a shame I'm tryin' to just get through

I'm movin' through the trenches

With my mic and my crew

What am I 'posed to do? I got to keep goin'

Shit is happened for me I'm not even knowin'

The storm has passed and yet the flowers still growin'

Still makin' moves, right now shit is on'in

I see a glimpse of life that shines in my face

Warmness in my heart takes me to another place

See right now what I want I can achieve

All I have to do is stick to myself and believe

Where you at, uh-huh

(To all my street niggas makin' money, make it happen ya'll)

Where you at uh-huh

(To my ladies doin' your thing, do it you're the best girl)

Where you at, uh-huh

(To all my Daft Punk people, makin' it happen, keep it movin', let's do it ya'll)

Where you at, uh-huh

(Uh, everybody, everybody ya'll)

Where you

Don't make no sense, the way we are

Niggers can't get a chick (chick) without a car

Anybody ask me (me) I been the star (star)

Always knew that one day (day) I would go far

Some of these rap niggers they need a rain check (check)

I don't understand how they got a mic check (check)

Get your head right, true, you look a wreck

And in the mean time we gone get the pay check

You know, no we ain't the ones to judge

But uh, there's people out here

Who aren't really puttin' it down, and that's real

You know, Slum Village, can't even do our thing

Make it happen yo its like this

Where you at uh-huh

(To my niggas down for the struggle, keep it up baby)

Where you at uh-huh

(My nine to five niggas, street hustlers, roll-the-dice niggas)

Where you at uh-huh

(To all my chicks tryin' to get the paper, keep doin' that)

Where you at uh-huh

(See everybody makin' moves, don't stop keep it all)

You fled Babylon of life and death on a tatted arm

From the drunk who staggered home

To the destructive atom bomb, set to detonate

You wonder why I write so graphic

When here bullets shatter light poles into white snow fragments

It's catastrophic that you picked up on it like an antenna object

You either find your hustle or demand your profit

Instead in the land of plot and schemin'

Cause today's microscopic

Do bifocal fiber-optics

My friends die with suit and ties inside of boxes

Flip me out when you hit the ground like a fightin' ostrich

But life is just a pair of dice droppin'

In mid stumble

A precious jewel you seclude when you in the struggle

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Instrumental

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