This is it ya'll! The big Slum Village Rhyme Contest. This is sposored by Slum Vill and OKP. Check it out, get involved, if only for the fun of it!

Here's the skinny: The Rules:

· must be between 16 and 24 bars
* must contain the words “Slum Village,” “Trinity”, “Detroit”, “tainted” and the band members names “T3”, "Baatin”, and “Elzhi”
* must be posted by the cutoff date for the contest (Sept 1st)
* Winner to be judged by members of Slum Village and Capitol Records
* contest will be show-cased on www.slumvillage.com and also www.priorityrecords.com.

The Prize:

* Winning emcee will receive One (1) XBOX gaming system and an autographed copy of Slum Village’s new CD Trinity, and will have their rhyme posted on the www.slumvillage.com website

Please only use this thread for competition posts, as others will be viewing this. All miscellaneuous posts will be deleted to keep this area clean.

Have fun ya'll, and good luck!

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Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
(available)

The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

Yea so as i wake up-and get laced up/
Look out the window to see the world's painted...
Turn on th'radio,ayo thas "Tainted" turn the volume up/
T3,Baatin,and Elzhi spittin th' on point from Detroit/
Captured the realness wit out bein' all flamboyant/
My day moves on and...
See shorty at the corner buildin she let me join in/
We headin' over to her Purple Infinity...
she like,"Look what my friend just sent to me..."/
It was the New Lp Slum Village Trinity....
As we drive off pumpin' The SV...
I'm thinkin somebodies up above is lookin out for me/

Yall share dat- Badu
N E E KeeP Makin music

From this point, I vow to

Its Khadji from the D man/
I got a plan to roll through yo hood with a XBOX in my hand/
Basically its a done deal/
I flows for the f#ck of it/
just to show you how rugged and raw/
real detroit n!ggas get/
rollin down schoolcraft/with money on mind/
turn to 98 and heard that 'Tainted' rhyme/
stopped at the crib/lil' brother watching TV again/
he said "T3, Elzhi and Baatin" came in at #10/
"oh the Slum Village cats on 106 and Park?"/
"yeah dog, them cats doing it, wait till Trinity drops"/

When ya hear peaceshine/
ya talkin bout direct derevitives of insiduous rhyme/
nasty and tainted aligned/ wit a slum-village movement/
Takes a whole village to groove this bitch/
I cue in /
boarderin on the tantric my chantin's soothin/
zoom in for a close up/hold up/ peace3's unity represents holy trinity/
that means there's no limits soldia/
the father, the son, and mother exist within you and me/I told ya
creativity it's plain to see/We're bolder/
wit the magic number Baatin and Elzhi push/wit T3
Endangered Detroit Tigerz inhalin purple Kush/
Flyin high bringin my brotha back home/IT's ON!!
PeaceShine/keeps it poppin like Areil Sharrone/
I'm extra terrestrial on/
some motha ship space tip/
Supreme patience/
It's all ancient and flagrant.




I was Hip Hop b4 Hip Hop had rules.

"Ways that are right take long days and nights"-Killa Priest

Purchase my EP 'No More Hip Hop' at Isolatedwax.com or hit me at peaceshine3@yahoo.com

PeaceShine (AKA Pablo)can be found on:
Executive Lounge-Self Titled @ 75ark.com (available in some stores)
My Vinyl Weighs a Ton-PB Wolf Track 8 (In stores everywhere)

"The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good & how he treats people who can't fight back"-Abigail Van Buren

I'm Certified

the worlds a slum and loves tainted
painted faced harlots shameless pursuits of famous
trappings shallow wrappings - facades
the new trinity power fame and trust in god
or in god we trust bust with the strength of a truck
made in detroit by brown hands that have seen too much
racism classism police kickin of ass-ism
and brown bodies found in the trash ism class prison
fast living eyes shaeded in ism
to slits till the world falls in focus in my vision
my mission rebelion like slum village raise it up
T3 Baatin, and Elzhi players blaze the dutch.

my music group:
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http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

Check the lethal flow
And my MIC injection
You rhymes are on death row
My are controlling like a c.o.
I come equipped
With a pen loaded with ink
Walking on wires
My minds on the brink
Of dropping some classic
SLUM VILLAGE shit
TAINTED my mind
Painted pictures define
Me and who I be
If you ask me
The best TRINITY from DETROIT
Has to be BAATIN, BAALIN and T3
What else you thought man
They got there lyrics spiced
The others are mad bland
Don’t even speak of demand
Designed thoughts holding
The pen tight and never bight

between women and weed I only fuck with dimes/but both habits don't effect my money or my mind____chaundon

Written to the instrumental for "Tainted", from the perspective of Baatin.

Graffiti at the liquor sto’ telling me to pack
Where else would a nigga go, this where the fever at/2
The D baby, Detroit, home of the B-Boys
Slum Village, glowing iller than Bruce Leroi/4
A lot of folks tried to “tainted” but the flow remains
It helps to dull the pain like doses of Novocain/6
They used to bootleg, now they just get the boot
Rippin’ Ours ? Gotta ship em off to the institute/8
Cause if you straight jack it then you need a straightjacket
Put in a lot of work to make sure that the tape’s crackin/10
Of course I brought T3, you know he’s kin to me
Elzhi’s the new key on the Trinity, remember me /12
Baatin, chill like Tyson stays hyper
Punch-Out style, wrapped towel like Great Tiger/14
Same signature move, around the world kickin a groove,
SV’s who you getting into/16

and the winner is(hey ?uest, drum roll please)......


in the name of the father son
and the holy spirit
T3, ELZHI, and BAATIN control the lyrics
all hail the holy TRINITY from the D
with metaphors and similes
that travel PAST the PRESENT into your FUTURE.
an infinity
of thought provoking rhymeschemes in your vicinity
ready to take a rap idiots virginity
and pop his cherry
of limited vocabulary
TAINTED minds get destroyed
by them permiscuous homosapiens from DETRIOT
and any other worthless decoy
w/carbon copy material
can get ol' schooled by SLUM VILLAGE in their stereo....


"THIS LIFE IS TEMPORARY BUT THE SOUL IS ETERNAL"-mos

....peace....the knowl3dged_1ne

If everybody was blind, then there’d be no love tainted.
Emotions wouldn’t be painted, and girls wouldn’t be rated.
If everybody was blind, you’d fall in love with bigger things
And I don’t mean the size of the package she brings.
It don’t matter if she’s Pam, Trinity, Cindy or Mallory,
You wouldn’t fall in love with her body, but instead her personality.
If everybody was blind, only true love would exist.
You would see things inside of ‘em that having eyes makes you miss.
It doesn’t matter what you look like, cause for the blind, shape is shapeless
Baatin, T3, and Elzhi could be known for who they are, and they’d be faceless.
If everybody was blind, Detroit wouldn’t be a stereotype
Of a black motor city, it’d be a city of life
It’d be a place where all the blind people could shine,
Not because of they’re ice, because of spirit sublime.
If everybody was blind, music wouldn’t be about the image,
It’d be about the skill, about the message, about things said by Slum Village.
If everybody was blind only real love would exist
If everybody was blind only real love would exist
If everybody was blind.

The object is to leave the microphone wrecked, leave your body in sweat
Leave you with a feeling that you can’t forget
See you about to enter the realm
Of this Slum Village Trinity ship…I’m at the helm
Directing, reflecting the energy like T3
Can't forget Baatin and El"Z"-
H.I. rhymes too heavy to stay fly
With pin point accuracy hitting your 3rd eye
I go to open mics and recite the insight,
Not tainted and never cross over like midnight
I stay grounded like an airplane, who’s security got breached
You can tell I’m hip hop, listen to my speech
Microphone check one, two
Welcome to this Detroit preview
The main event is about to go down
Even during sound check we attract a crowd
Like, graf artists, b-boys, and back packers
Dj’s, emcees, computer hackers

Kava

Music is the key to my soul

Think back to the OKP tour in 01'
With the Roots, Bahamadia and Slum diddee-dum,
The Slum village, on a verbal pillage,
to find it's ancestry,
Look to the history of the holy trinity,
There inspiration, the childhood in the Rock City of Detroit,
The industry was tainted, record componies wish to exploit,
Baatan, Elzhi, and T3,
not likely, for they symbolize the epitome,
Of the struggle we fight daily
Yet somehow these lyracists came up with a remedy
to cope with reality, and the minds' insanity
We raise it up, raise up our hands,
With no partiallity, we quest through this concrete jungle
Life is one big road, the signs meant to keeps us humble
For the first time the supply meets demand,
and Slum village, soon to be that name brand,
Similair to Talib, post Foritified live,
and the chali 2na, apres jurassic 5,
Not to play out the other 4,
Dud I mention Slum village has 3, magnificent mc's
The Trinity, We reminisce over you 2,
Jesus, Mary, and The Spirit, the first clue
That g-d is the 1.

"You the dawn of mediocrity, i'm the indepensable hero of hip hoprisy."
Talib Kweli - Due Process

CHANTDOWN BABYLON

Commercial rappers I exploit/ they think slum village is a city in Detroit/ intelligent word play/ keepin the mental pictures painted/ hurting my people in the worst way/ leaving aspirations tainted/ our situation is a catalyst for revolutionary action/ your fashion doesn't intrigue me/ because I spend more Jackson's than Mike and T3/ I don't know why the fuc I'm fucin with you/ because when its time to take a stand nothing happens/ we continue to hit foul balls but yet we're still Baatin/ Falacio, interference, promiscuous, homosapians/ those four words compel me/ to take a world pilgrimage but I'm new to the village like Elzhi/ Street Science/ we the defiant/ deny any attempt or prevent an alliance/ teaching cultural chemistry/ combined with the ministry/ defy the enemy/ who persistently tries to diminish the trinity/ enigmatic havoc aligned/ it takes a village to raise a child, but slum village to raise a mind...


"The Revolution Will Be Live" Gill Scott-Heron

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

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http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

at you
marvel when i watch you
this fine miss
whatever the task
ma handlin'biz
stay focused
i hope dude know he might loose
the way you and i vibe
natural flow y'know this
home wrecker?
i know better
slowed my role of sweatin'her?psht
nah,aint even like that
its just sick how on many a plains we click
he quick to say immature
i'm in y'style thas wild intricate
non.discript
sophistication keeps me pacin'my time
off to the side like
invisible,man
i'm ralph ellsion in terms of relevance to most
grown man in a relatives post
plus makin moves off these payed car notes
anyway
this tainted video i just peeped was ill
them kids t3, baatin, elzhi f'real
gotta sick melodic thing poppin'off
trinity
let you peep it if ya give dirty district back to me
s'all copistetic see detroit yeah there i said it...

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me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.© Roc

dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

this was keystled to the tainted beat...so its a stop and go kinda choppy thing,dont try to flow to it...

blk

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me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.© Roc

dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

Check it my flow be 3 parts like a Trinity
But me be one man rolling through Infinity\
I walk miles and miles through Slum Villages
Looking for MC’s to start scrimmages\ But they
styles is all Tainted so when I came with the realness
they all fainted\ They hearts are weak like heart attack patients\
My flows like blood they just couldn’t take it\
The blood I pump its turns to acid burning you Kats
with my hot classics\ I call you Kats XBOX’s
because your games can fit in my pocket\ Moving through
engines like a piston my style you can call it mad Precision\
I’m built Ford tough but I’m Focused\ No smoking mirrors no hocus-pocus
My flows no joke like the city of Detroit wrote this\ Writing rhymes heavy like
T3, Baatin, and Elzhi\ I be the rhyme synthesizer I size up rhymes to make
them liver so when I cut ya it feels like the barber\
My competition had them all wishing that I would quite this game because I got them
all looking lame like kids walking cripple my girl she got big nipples and she
throws fits when she thinks she got a big pimple those holes in her face are called
dimples\ Most of you Kats got holes in your rhymes and that’s why the XBOX is
Mine



"Thoughts and dreams drip from your mouth, onto my tongue, down my throat to my heart"-symphonygoddess

"I wish I wasn't me sometimes"-BiLal

"The slowest melodies coated me, soothing rhythms stoked the fire in my belly, music was the lamb that made a loin out of me"-esthero

Po'ADDiX http://www.geocities.com/sb202us/index.htm

"Thoughts and dreams drip from your mouth, onto my tongue, down my throat to my heart"-symphonygoddess

"I wish I wasn't me sometimes"-BiLal

Walking through the city the sun shines bright
In my walkman, T3 and Baatin keeps the flow tight
And can't forget about Elzhi, makin doubters believe
These brothers come on point, comin straight outta Detroit
THe inner area of town but who can resist it
Some call it the ghetto to us its Slum Village
They say we trouble makers but it's all exagerated
Struggling with opportunities we try to stay sacred
Though I love women, yo, I hate to say it
Some have broke my heart because the love we had was tainted
But through all the aches we all make mistakes
Live and Learn is the theme and lets unite for good sake
And stay together like Trinity so we never break
Share this music with your friends and become soul mates

You know I'm coming through, better pay some respect
You know how I flow, so keep your mouth in check
You had your turn, now I'm gonna take mine
Slum Village represented as I toe this line
Between those that have skill, like the man T3
And those who act ill, just keep hatin' on me
Its like fuel for a fire that won't ever go out
I'll take anyone down, fightin' bout by bout
I'm not a violent man but I can handle any action
Because Trigger always sparks real rhyme satisfaction
See I utilize my education to conquer all my foes
You just fester frustration fussin' on your woes
As I speak in ways that ain't ever been spoken
Making sure the Trinity will never be broken
My purpose is greater, Baatin's focus my muse
The way you all spit is like hip hop abuse
Tainted goods are no good in Detroit Rock City
Your rhymes are immature, wasted youth-what a pity
So the next time you step up, as Elzhi can attest
You need to learn to beat me if you want to be the best

Slum Village, Trinity
Elzhi, Baatin and T3 *background* (from the D)
'troit and vacinities
bobbin' too that tainted beat

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it sounds like sunspots when i pop
hydro and jinns
my voice got a hellium tinge
while this track makes my skin cringe
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some peoples motives are hidden
like baatins name , and all for the price of fame?
damn near fainted, i was diagnosed: tainted
and all i wanted was the x box game?
cuz
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Slum Village, Trinity
Elzhi, Baatin and T3 *background* (from the D)
'troit and the surrounding vacinities
bobbin' too that tainted beat
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Karriem left black becky burnin,
Dwele stays steady trick turnin'
these music mixtures got my ears yurnin'
EsVee keep on kickin' street sermons
cuz
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Slum Village, Trinity
Elzhi, Baatin and T3 *background* (from the D)
'troit and the surrounding vacinities
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*disclaimer* dont bite, if you werent thinking of a hook but just putting your name in a rhyme chumps!

www.instagram.com/schemeofthings

huh?

Karriem left black becky burnin,
Dwele stays steady trick turnin'
these music mixtures got my ears yurnin'
EsVee keep on kickin' street sermons
cuz
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...... Nothing further.




I'm February, April, March,
and even May, I am. ©The Gift of Gab

But I resented the bitch in me
©MeDiNaStaR

i'm so tight
i turn dicks
into diamonds ©paperdollpoet

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slum village drops "trinity" in the 2k2
first single Tainted rock parties from Detroit to Beirut
wack MCs show SV hositility
cuz SV got mad-rapping ability
with their rhyme agility
their last album got them credibility
i listened to T3 and Baatin so much now they're like family
and with the addition of Elzhi
i'll be pumpin Trinity most happily
it my 2002 Caddilac SUV
fakeass gangsters pumpin their DMX, c'mon, they're killin me
i dont know how high the glass ceiling be
but the album sales break it, and get one million maybe three
in the first week
to bad critics, turn your cheek
cuz true hip-hop fans know
that the album should be tight;we'll grab it in stores and go

why would i contest the trinity
man id promote your sh!t even if it werent just to better me
uploading intricacies constantly to okp
watch my t3 connec' to the home of the slum's vets
no time for regrets
when most of these men would pillage to try and win
im into growth of this village rather then tappin chins
and yet half these cats aint even did they math
talkin trash to earn an x-box.. tainted love indeed
and i aint even here to come get it like Elzhi
they aint got to give me shit cuz Detroit goin hear my voice
soon as me and Jay-Dee hook this shit up properly
The Imperceptible 076, Al-Baatin goin read this sh!t just for kicks
goin say the Yaa-Baatin even tho Baatin stay invisible to the physical
eye, goin flow over top of this like "sunday brunch"
with a toast to these rap host's
cuz like bulworth said back in 96 we need a spirit not a ghost
and that type of sh!t just shows while it grows
one.

wildout.

my lyrical scheme comes in a trinity
trifold, com plex soul
the dicast mold of one who rhymes bold
stay out detroit if you cant take the cold
cause ill freeze mics
so that you can press rewind
and play it back one time
for your well being and peace of mind
let the wax spin out
"And if you don't know, your shit is crucial
To all my people in the place if you need to know I
(Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man)
Do my shit on the dance floor
And if you need to call me (you know)
My number is (3 2 1) 1 8 7 7 "
or i might start baatin (beatin) you peons
for not giving respect to the one that
can't be broken or touched
matalic shape shifter
your weapons, tanks, and milatary funding
are not enough
arnold couldnt see it
even if this was T3
the grimy slum vill-
age beyond the calenders number of days
they'll be bowing down to pray
to the elzhi (all high...) elzhi
to get away
from that tainted...

-Bryan "ComplexSouL" Mercer

__________________________________________

The becoming
Of my writing
Is
Etymology
~ Shayir Sef

Stupid niggas keep rappin, ya'll really need to kill it/
I'm representin Detroit, money, like Mike Illich/
Like the words of Malcom, I turn ya slum to a village/
Ya boo is kinda loose, OOOPS! She let me fill it/
Had to be that new Slum V. shit becuase I played it/
Threw my shirt off stage and ya girlfriend fainted/
My words curve absurd, you nerds will get tainted/
Logged in and tried to win, but they really didn't say shit/
You'll get deleted and I mean it: wackness was not invited/
Fools, I drop jewels. Why did you even try it?/
I'm like Tosh when I mosh, I'll make D.E.T. riot/
And bring war with keyboards to get the whole shit excited/
Mishevious with shit from '93 till infinity/
Nice as Christ with mics, convert a third of ya trinity/
I'm cold as December be, you'll all remember me/
When I thrill, I'm Dollar Bill: I want my percentage D!/
And there ain't no moonlightin, why are ya'll still writin?/
Time just stopped - don't make me plug in my mic man/
I step on stage, they start dimmin the lightin/
Cats came to battle and left tryin to fight/
T3, Elzhi, Baatin - it's all power/
Beer, weed, card tables, and ankles like kickin flour/
el J.A.M. doubleA. to the aR.a/
Known for poppin coochies and bottles and silk collars

you(are)lost.

Savage tongues/
Speak loud and never run/
Shake or rattle like the barrel of a cowardly gun/
Speech scatters and shatters every pattern of drum/
While I reach ya mind matter till ya batteries done/
Like that of a mad hatter I can add up the sum/
You

My name is Biggfoot and I can tell
slum village stories that's darker than hell
cuz my heart holds pain yours has never even felt
son you want to test me are ya sure that you're well?
Cuz if you had you're head on straight, you'd see I'm not for testin
Lyrical best, nothing less, I'm hella stressed and that's my weapon
trekkin from the town to Detroit without no restin
through drug tainted visions I see the prison that I'm kept in
but I'm set in my ways, been like that for days
and I'm too damn old to be going thru a phase
so the trinity that I turn to is me myself and I
knockin that joint with Baatin, T3, Elzhi
and take a bidi to the chest
and try to flee the
city that bore me
the city where hores sleep
in corners against doors, and where water and shore meet

__

fairweather

its the true sense of senseless saviors sent to keep hiphop centered only to get filtered like the radio invention/i been tainted/half awaken through 3 divine trinitys though mah soul they had taken/not from detroit/but i could rock a city with the music that im steadily making/through ear drums of the people standing face first in slum villages without T3 connections/my imperfectin stregnthins all suggestions not to mention the death sentence when i grew up in 8 sections/baatin balls out parks through firewalls/elzhi figured out mah plan and srayed lysol all over the dusty records i had to fall/had to crawl up out the underground before they figured me out/i wasnt that indie at all/small favors with big rewards/small groups big awards/through the tri state/with a garden state license plate i perpatrate like fila jackets and jeans by triple 5 soul/nike sneakers and a hat from kmart that i stole

and im as gay as they come.
------- and as real as ever

domination under my mask of diction
i hit up trinity hoping she'd lead me to morpheus
trapped in a cyclical vortex tunnel
tainted by the shadiest detroit vanilla flavor
not escapes, yet paths in the race
my slum village be my only sanctuary
from the paste
the flavor kicks in with the sweetness
running for that goal like its' personification
named walter payton
it's t3, elzhi, and baatin going for the gusto
C me B4 you drop your next posse cut flow...

You must think I'm from Detroit I flow deadly like a Tiger
Shooting on all Pistons, even Lion I'm on fire
You chasing tainted hoes with painted toes you got it all wrong
Scoop her up in a club soon as you hear a slow song
Bumpin and grindin to R Kelly or some classic T3
It Never Rains in Southern Cali on your Anniversary
Many applied to my school of thought but never got in
They got nervous in a second and pressed the panic Baatin
My flows get tall props you are still a little shorter
Watch me dissect the next flow in alphabetical order
My grade is that A that you wanna B, C?
Thought your flow was DEF, but it's as wack as can be
Look G, HI you must be from day to day
Why don't you pick up a book, put down that J, K?
Re-read this flow the next time you get your mind free
I'll stop here, no need to flow through Elzhi (LZ)
My job here is done, I guess that's all for me
Pressing play on the new Slum Village cd Trinity

Most underrated player on these here boards.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As if he open his eyes for the first time well a sun rise/
Spread across the sky was the beauty lost in his mind
Brought about by colors so fine they could light the slums of any village/
A sunrise so bright all of Detroit could feel it/
And at that moment, time stopped real quick/
His questions and imaginations then connected/
With answers he previously had held so skeptic/
And when that breath hit, a trinity was formed/
The love that spawned from it was summertime type warm/
And love once tainted from imageless pictures painted/
Had now seen, what before was just a dream/
The story of when an emcee meets the right beat/
Baatin, Elzhi, and T3 know what I mean/
Real love lost inside, but found by surprise/
When that instrumental plays out the story of our lives/
Music to our ears…and then we write

Any nigga from Detroit can respect tha picture painted
On that "8 mile" strip love is best served “Tainted”
But we breed "Playas" out here, You rarely see us faded
Just in case, they dropped the Trinity, to keep us up-dated
SV be dem nigguhs wit dem futuristic flows
"Climax" iz "Fantastic", y’all should already know
T3 times emcess, and they time iz runnin’ out
Baat-in the tree o’ life -- See them branches comin’ out?
Elzhi blazed that ass on that “Welcome to the Dee,”
“If you want it, Come and get it,” cause you can’t see “da 3”
And now they clique-tight, Tommy Hearns couldn’t fight it
Jay-Dee da Drum Lord, Conant Gardens still united
Slum Village on ‘dat ass, just to show you some things
About a city full of niggas causin' “Malice” for da “Green"

(P.S. - I can't fux w/this PS1 no mo...)

"Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally."
--David Frost

"Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally."
--David Frost

Baat-in the tree o’ life -- See them branches comin’ out






I'm February, April, March,
and even May, I am. ©The Gift of Gab

But I resented the bitch in me
©MeDiNaStaR

i'm so tight
i turn dicks
into diamonds ©paperdollpoet

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In one verse I leave reputations tainted/
my perfomance is breathtaking causing MC's to faint when.../
the mic is in my POsession/
unatainable agression since detroit saw blacks protestin'/
The weak rappers run for protection/
screamin James has escaped from slum village and is headed in our direction/
The perception of hip hop is bitches, drugs and weapons/
I came to replace the trinity of negativity and represent true divinity/
All these internet MC’s use DSL and T3/
no matter how fast your connection you couldn’t seperate Baatin and Elzhi/
I run onto tracks and burn MC’s like calories/
Your rhymes ain’t sick they ain’t even bad alergies/
PEACE!

At the first sight of this contest
A part of me had to suggest
that if I won, the rewards would go beyond the obvious conquest
So I must confess that my mind became a mess
Trippin' thougts of money, cars, and women were what I contemplated
Wait! I quickly realized that those thougts are "Tainted"
I mean there's a whole industry for people who love to fake it for a hit
Everywhere you go its the same old shit
Act drugged out or thugged out and you will get rich
But my heart told me not become a hip-hop glitch
No amount of money and records I obtain can give me what a real love can sustain
I need to re-evaluate my brain and know that life has much more to gain
So, even if I don't win the X-Box or the CD entitled
"Trinity" by "Slum Village"
At least I know that I'll be able to create my own pillage
Not for the spoils of fame in today's pop music
but to bring back Soul in music like the "Detroit"/Motown sound
in which artists tore down an industry of fakeness from the underground
So with "T3", "Baatin", and "Elzhi" tearin' the past and present with an untainted flow straight from their soul
I hope in the future I can represent the real and righteousness of hip-hop and leave a mark on the world like a bullet hole.

created by Nehemiah Nihipali: NeverGUP@aol.com
Never Give Up Hope of a better day!

I can see elzhi, baatin, t3, remakin’ slowdown
Slum village; Detroit; new millennium Motown
Foes frown, tantrum’s they throw cuz of the showdown
They can’t draw quick enough; dazed cuz of the soul sound
Whoa now; who got the ill beats, skills with pronouns
With a fan base from intellects to bottom feeding low brows
The 4 pound? That ain’t what I pack. I got a cd
trinity; that new hot joint straight from sv
one! (piano) luv is in the house, g
with harmony and tainted ideas of how it oughtta be
can’t slaughter me, i live eternally, ya’ll ain’t harmin’ me
an ironman with supreme clientele, just no wallabees
a star like dirk, minus the porn runnin’ the disco
ya’ll some chicken emcees, ya’lls back coated with Crisco
still ain’t hot, career face death, cousin to slumber
sv drop now you from the d?, all on the lumber
no wonder ya’ll can’t get live, die or retire
scandalous like last nights hoes up in the choir
I spit fire, drink propane, u must be insane
Not buying that new slum village? Your life is too lame
What is this? A verse with me just spittin’ the truth
ultimate rhymes b jawin’ u, and jarrin’ ya tooth……

~sicknature~ My financial skills/discipline need Jesus. -J-Skivvy

****We need more Pharoahe Monch!!!****

lemme see...

hhmm..I hear they're killin whores again in detroit...but check it,
my morpheme aint your theme so the story remains tainted
wack emcess on the side lines..screw faced and their complaint is?
"how y'all gon' let DanjaRuss compete against us?!"..well
I'm the hungriest negro in this bitch, shit..i routinely eat lunch for breakfast
or pimp game herbs for they xxxbox, a junkie for plain verbs before i got stuck with
metaphors down in D-tox
kick shit uniquely..cause that's the only way to brown dem reeboks
"trinity played" is when y'all enter competitions all gassed up..
and come out smelling like 3 cocks, so tell me..what's YOUR priority?
being true to self..or being caught up in some pretend world sorority?
yeh..I screwed around with religion and got an STD from a deity,
back when Slum Village was a recycled injun tipi...thriving population: T3
c'mon there's no D-Baatin this, how long y'all been awaiting this?
this cat's been known to dethrone whole kings and their stank populace
last city was Elzhi..north of Bedstuy,where that Biggie guy and Tupac first kissed.

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

here it lies:
yeh..I screwed around with religion and got an STD from a deity,
back when Slum Village was a recycled injun tipi...thriving population: T3
c'mon there's no D-Baatin this, how long y'all been awaiting this?

lovely...




I'm February, April, March,
and even May, I am. ©The Gift of Gab

But I resented the bitch in me
©MeDiNaStaR

i'm so tight
i turn dicks
into diamonds ©paperdollpoet

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ayo ayo to many plastic individuals rap bastards stand on a pedastal,i repped the tool and tainted ya spokin words, i was never from detroit but Slum thru Villages while thoughts converge/ayo, my chucks converse diagnosed dust pan hands, i carry the weight and filth that other cats pass at a glance/ayo Elzhi, gimmie a chance, ask ya mans T.erminator 3, contact Baatin rouge and feel the presence b/the last sentence 3,trinity connected bond, elclectic delivered wisdom upheld thru ancestors palms/my hand jestures belong in my pockett but i cant stop it, diagnostic knoggin reverse psycology has met its drop kick/i bet ya watchin close optic range the struggle remains,we all have our fortunes slash mishaps within the terrain/im eclipsin the grain hour glass will eventually pass, you cant rewind ya lifetime, ask Maxwell, its in ya grasp/i flipped the diction past extended venom constricted weapons,eagle eye stamina dissected visual tension........./














fuck a sig

fuck a sig!!!!!

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i get more head than jason
kids son!!!-my boy DJ

im what ya bitch wanted for
christmas!!!!-my boy DJ

and you can lick my balls
drenched in alcohol!!!


"you know I'm playi

I am the third member in the holy TRINITY,
That's why no mortal's kombat can ever finish me,
It had been passed for me to present this future,
Lies are but the truth TAINTED cause everyone knows the truth hurts,
but is truth worth the SLUM VILLAGE where we all live in,
Our own lies live our lives and so it's given,
Silence is death so we like to speak noise,
the 3 chosen from the hidden chambers up in DETROIT,
We are captured and held as prisoners can someone free me?,
Fight for our courage stand proud the chosen T3,
Kept quiet for thier devices no truth can ever fathom,
The 2nd chosen to speak the truth one nation under god's many sons the acclaimed BAATIN,
Hiding in ourselves are our own images as love yells while our hate whispers,
Transforming everyday's struggle ELZHI the shapeshifter,
3 chosen, 3 holdin, the 3 unfoldin Tragedy,
if life goes on we start to percieve what's really happenin,
We all live just to perish and ascend to unmeasurable heights,
This is the true meaning the real reason for life.

The B. D. eyed emcee

when it comes down to discussin mc's/
A lot of rappers out there are disgusting to me/
Not takin the impact of their words seriously/
Well sh*t, they sound "tainted" to me/
I figure compared to them I can be dope mc/
so I put my thoughts down on paper so their contained extraneously/
then i relax & chill out bumpin the "trinity" LP/
"T3" "Baatin" & "Elzhi" straight out the D/
rhymin bout tainted love like soft cell, Elzhi/
tells that he's lookin for a good woman who'll make him some green tea/
I feel the same way & know what you mean/
& ya'll are the reason I've been feelin' the "Detroit" scene/
since back when "Slum Village" included J Dilla/
& dropped a classic album that padded bootleggers pockets with scrilla/
& now ya got the single "tainted" & I still feel ya/
cuz makin people think & nod they head at the same time'll/
be what seperates ya'll from your 106 & Park rivals/
now I'ma go cop the latest xbox titles/
cuz I wanna be prepared for its inevitable arrival/

"Return of the Boom-Bap means just that/ a return of the real hard beats, and real rap" -KRS-One

rules: use the words “Slum Village,” “Trinity”, “Detroit”, “tainted” and the band members names “T3”, "Baatin”, and “Elzhi”

From the *villages* to the *slums*,
a new *trinity's* come
to replace Father, Mother, and Son
with *tainted* visions of sex, money and guns
Images transmitted on T3 cables
of cloned fetuses with cybernetic navels
faceless, connected to the Matrix
and worse, medical patients
placed in scientific experiments
Slavery re-enacted
to rebuild the pyramids
in the heart of Detroit
Stockbrokers buy souls to exploit
Yet luckily there remains two
freedom fighters, who came through
to liberate the masses
Baatin to raise it up
Elzhi spitting "hypnoptical gases"
to organize this confused
state of affairs
using music as a muse to stay
awake and aware

Peace,

Spirit (Alan)
http://wutangbook.com

walkin thru detroit listen to tha new slum village album/ where most niggas take they style from/ its a platinum album unlike these money flashin niggas that should only go plastic/ the tru source of hip hop is niggas in tha streets so I give five mics to trinity and fantastic/ with a remix of one from dirty district/ aint no problems so how can they fix it/ better than tha first where all production was from jd/ but they back like az/ but aint no beef between em so dont get it twisted/ its like raphael saadiq tha vintage is instant/ tha best group out of tha d/ with baatin elzhi and t3/ climax to tainted/ its too hot to even rate it/ then a remix to fall in love/ but it was jus a chick singin thats all it was/ future present and past/ thats how long they'll last/ beats by donut jd and hitek/ they tru emcees while otha niggas be like we aint high yet/ to tainted I slow dance/ otha cats got no chance/ when it comes to real shit/ the only way for niggas to beat em is to steal shit/ best group out of tha motor city/ they be hott to nitty gritty/ best trip fa sho/ real love not tru love thats how tha hook go/ u caint say baatin and t3 is wack/ just listen any random track/ and you'll kno just what I mean/ rap is jus a college and slum v is tha dean.

Real men shed blood before
they shed tears

my pilgrimage to the slum village reveals the image of correction,
I avoid flashy gimmicks in lyrics to gain attention,
It's the wicked stigma that prevents the instant vintage but I only deal with real game and never dabble in a scrimmage.
I drop paradigms, well read between line vicinities, because my mind defines rhymes of the divine slum trinity.
T3, Baatin and Ehlzi formulate the trilogy,
They spit verse and coerse the crowds of detroit rock city.
They exploit the plot simply, and proceed to make history by exposing fake miniatries wihtin the taintd industry.
This composition was sparked by premonitions and marked by inner visions of the op {okayplayer} coalition, I read it like religion

my holy trinity begins with’s it’s ending, no pretending
graitious divinity and the purity it lends me, blends beats
trying to shake off my disguise more red eyed than t3
from Detroit to D.C. my head knocks the noggin on Elzhi
what you trying to tell me? Catch Baatin slippin like a vegan with red meat
eager to break bread check my spreadsheets, strictly elite
discreet tongue rigid from these slum village streets
while you hum diligent, I’m just trying to reinvent
put my soul on paper like you can see through my skin
but can’t see my face got it wrapped like some muslin
phat like cheesecake, I’m devoted like a muslim
relaxed yet uncontrollable, locked loaded and quoatable
reiteration, I’m like a magistrate with notable quoatation
compassionate elation, spit rhyme condensation
infinite patients like the county line for free medications
weary of the tainted I declare emancipation

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go" - Oscar Wilde

The "Holy Land" Detroit has brought forth to us a Trinity
Three niggas from D-town have just shown to us infinity,
and whatever it might be with your belief in divinity,
Slum Village has ability to take proverbal virginity.

Just check with super duper duper tantric master Baatin
Cause his love for Allah will never ever ever be forgotten.
and he's just one of a group of three straight out of Conant Garden.
A reminder to ancient Eden and the apple that is rotten.

the next is a man with whom you want to become acquainted
when you want to see the heart of a soul that's never been tainted,
he sounds the same - he never claim to be something he "ainted".
Elzhi might be the first man that Allah will want sainted.

There's no going wrong a with a producer like T3
he pushes the limits to definitely a higher degree,
cause it's gotta be like that, cause its gotta be
a finale for the hardest group of niggas who break free.

i'll say T3, Baatin and Elzhi just for the hell of it/
poor start, but i dont give a f**k cause i'm celibate/
though a slum village, its not decadent but elegant/
so sick i need some medicine, i represent the heaven sent/
that is, the holy trinity--its likeness found nowhere--/
consisting of my mouth, the mic and your ears/
all the b-boys flock wit' me to detroit rock city/
the market is tainted, you think you see my stock shitty?/
thats a negative my bretharen/
whether lite or full of melanin/
at night we roll out yet again/
to fight the war that never ends/
battle equipped, when my strategy rips/
the revolution will be picked up by satelite ships/
yes, it will be televised, to watch while we all exercise/
and start a fresh diet: through our tender lives they've fed us lies/
the devil tries to make your goal to watch your cheddar rise/
some choose to measure lives by wealth and fame but never i/
to end it all up, SV's a set of guys that never die/
but the stingy bastards had to go and pick such a ghetto prize...

...its all love though ...

the abbot has spoken.

I am entering this into the contest eberybodie (everybody), okay? Good, here goes:

I'm the dopest MC in here/
My name is WILLIAM and I'm HYPE enough to punch
you in your BELLY, ask NAS am I SINCERE/
Wack MCs hatin' my guts, I'm leavin' them miffed/
Embarrass you in battles, have you cats pleadin' the fifth/
Don't need the heat with the clip, to rip through ya bone
and tissue/
Keepin' your styles "tainted" and I'm always prone to dis you/
Leavin' boards I lace blazin'/
While I punch your mouth with a force so strong
that it'll leave your face caved in/
All praise you receive is overstated/
Like a movie that's both R & PG-13, you're overrated/
Every rhyme that comes from my head will lacerate ya'/
Your weak response was late like dead procrastinators/
Like "T3","Baatin" and "Elzhi"/
I'll turn into "Trinity", triple teaming you with
me, myself, and I/
About to come pillage/
and destroy your "slum village"/
'Til it's in worse condition than a ocean with
oil drum spillage/
The winner like breakin' the tie at the buzzer with 3 points/
Want to say whassup to my relatives up in "Detroit".


Maaan!!! I had SEVERE writer's block when I wrote (typed) this! This is the best I could do today, blah. This verse CAN be spit audibly, so it isn't some impossible verse that can only exist in written form. You just have to know when to pause, slow it down, and speed it up. Multi-syllabic flow in short. If you like it, cool. If not, oh well, I won't lose any sleep.


I am the greatest super-human being to ever grace GOD's green earth. I am the supreme extrodinaire! Love me, adore me, laud me with all of your affectionate words! Say my name with tears streaming down your cheeks as you smile with a warm feeling saturating your puny little hearts!

Since 1976

the kiss of the dragon, committed to my anthems
worldwide hustle my mind is my bandwidth
everytime i step out the crib, it's gold rush
influenced by summer solstice but cold crush
plush interior, inferior souls rush
to ya side when you shine till you don't know who to trust
but
deeper than skin deep is instinct
in sync with universal law peep flaws when men speak
it'll guide you out of those valleys and twin peaks
quicker than n***z on ten speeds
believe me
the village cant sleep, the city never rests
eight million tales, most of them hideous
my duty as a griot is spinning them effortless
like charlottes web from a carolinian edifice
i used to be an angel till i broke one of my wings
and stumbled through hell f****n with drunkards and fiends
then destiny beckoned me to reborder my space
and find the balance of trinity within the order of grace...


avoid licking monkey balls and spittin like it if you do.

“Slum Village,” “Trinity”, “Detroit”, “tainted” and the band members names “T3”, "Baatin”, and “Elzhi”

Just joshing.. I can spell.
ok, check it out *stretching*, hmmmm.... here we go

thought word action, non matter ether,
i'm trinity incarnate, a student's principle teacher
tainted healing and cleansed
intense tense not easily convinced
by the mask of a moccasin
in graceful meditation like baatin
until everything about me is merely but an image
nightcrawler walk through the walls of a Slum Village
save the children before nightfall through voice
my mind is a motor city similar to detroit
gears, engines, assembly workers only free
for lunch and tea at 3 with T3
back to work fool, we got a world to save
sumkid sharp gave the face of the world a close shave
i gave you razor bumps and mountains if you never felt high
and you new to the picture like marty mcfly and elzhi
each creation is like a cigarette after sex
contradictory, deadly and monumental at best
fresh mc buddy never needed help
i don't have to speak my mind cus it speaks for itself...

triple op the ill cali resident
got niggas callin' me ?uest cuz i'm teachin "The Lesson" wit
the ill delivery
with trinity as my weapon, my ART-illery
rock a cypher like "okayplayer is you feelin' me??"
streets, stages, or message boards
i'ma rock for slum village 'til "fantastic vol. 4"
i wasn't born to watch time slip, my mind flips,
like an hourglass--watch the sand shift, check the transcripts,
Time Travellin' like my man Com, changin' the past tense,
futuristic rap cats spit fast but lack sense,
i rearrange minds and use music cues
to shapeshift your mental blocks like rubic's cubes.
and "on these 73 keys", swear i'ma rock the recital
like it's 1989 and i'm in detroit winnin' titles
i'll strike ya vital...nerve and press it on a vinyl
to the other emcees, better luck on "american idol"
y'all aint rockin for Baatin, Elzhi, and T3
cuz "it don't sound too good, it sound tainted to me..."

you looking for me
under a rock
a bush
or a tree
we jump on ya block
make it hot
and now the cipher's complete

igniting the beat
me:the (T)rinity (3)
we quite the unique
inciting true peace
from the god-body
of the east
and mid-western
caressin' ya mental sections
going against the tide:
current trend states
da D baby
ta rock is inevitable
rather innate
baatin droppin' it on crab kats
makin' ya chin shake
got all girls climaxin' like
"i'm not a freak,
just in touch with my sin traits"
global
lock
down
jay
dee
on some
"one!!!"
ichi ban lacin' the hot sound
yo here we
"come!!!"
nuckas,ladies,
can get stumped
if you "front!!!"
S.V.
we stay givin' y'all whatcha want

if you

looking for me
under a rock
a bush
or a tree
we jump on ya' block
make it hot
and now the cipher's complete

a yo T3
you know the cipher's complete
a yo Baatin us three heads
you know is truly unique
elzhi you know we misplace veterbraes
about 80 degree

S.V.
AINT NONE TOPPIN' DA D.



peace and blessings
me-i

yo i left out trinity and tainted so i'm a do another piece

T3 ELZHI
WE DO IT LIKE THIS
BAATIN AND SEVEN
WE KEEPS IT CRISP

JAY ON THE TRACK
UPLIFT Y'ALL FROM THE 'BYSS

S.V.
WE
BACK FOR THE TWIST
BACK TO MAKE YA GIRL'S
BACKBONE TWIST
BACK WITH THE LIGHT BROWN
BLACK TONED FIST
BACK FOR THE PLAYER
SMACK
-ON' NIS
BACK TO BACK
WE REVEAL THIS PHAT (JAYDE "UM" NESS

(ME)V1:UNIMAGINED
BACK AND FORTH
TO
DO
YA WAX IN
(T3:WHUH)
YEAH
WE GOT
YOU
ENRAPTED IN
IN LIFE
NOT TAINTED
SLUM VILLAGE
AROSE
FROM THE TILES
OF THE BASEMENT

(T3)CONANT GARDENS
DE
-TROIT
KNOCK OUT YA MIND
MAKE YA WANNA GO SEE
FREUD
INTERNATIONAL
D BABY
WE B
-BOYS
JAYDEE TAKIN' YA FOR YA MONEY
WITH THE
BEAT
PLOYS
WE

(BAATIN)makin' y'all seek JOY
treat ya minds to wheat
when rhymes excrete noise
though sweet and graceful
the trin-na-tee-tee
we gotta taste

(ELZHI)-FUL
TO ERASE
DISTASTEFUL EMCEES
YOU THINK YOU PHASIN' ME

(JAYDEE)NUKKA PLEASE

(ELZHI)YOU AINT RHYMIN AGAIN
ONCE I DROP STREET TECHNIQUE
YOU DISEASED
A NEEDLE FROM THE GEMINI
MAKE YA BREATHE
THIS TYPE OF FUNK'LL
BREAK YOUR NOSE AND YOUR KNEES
WITHOUT GUNS
YOU GET TOOK FOR YOUR THINGS
LIKE WHEN
LISTENERS GET TOOK FOR THEIR
BRAINS(ECHOED OUT)

here it go... these words come from a djs heart...

The whole world fell in love with the S
The trinity blessed/
with ill rhymes to take cess to ya chest/
just put ya bullets to rest/
cuz no man is born with a bullet proof vest/

I be Radius and Im rhymin on tracks/
known for spinnin breaks to have niggas spinnin on
they backs/
especially when i drop the past, preasent, future on wax/

Inspired by ELZHI, BAATIN and T3
from the DETROIT Family/
SLUM VILLAGE resides from outta this galaxy/
TAINTED will earn em that platinum salary/
and possibly a grammy/

While most rappers stay little and weak
cuz they microsoft
these emcees go with the beat and never fall off/

Reppin Chicago so we both midwest
we layin the foundation for some of the best/
Im showin you a DJ can rock with some of the rest/
SO PEACE LOVE AND RESPECT.......

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http://www.myspace.com/radius
http://www.secretlifeofsound.com
http://www.grittygoat.com/radius
RADIUSHEAD.COM

slicker than an oil spill is/
Slum Village forever alters the environment/
forcin' young guns into early retirement/
tire irons meant for hubs in Detroit/
makeshift billy clubs/
spill blood over the edge of the tub/
the tainted city, a gritty reality/
often death is the best eventuality/
no rest for the crestfallen angels/
resurrectin' the Past in spite of the dangers/
to the Present rapped in anger/
that's stranglin' attempts at Future betterment/
whether men understand it or not/
T3 & Baatin 'bout to blow up the spot/
Elzhi rounds out the Trinity/
by throwin' mud in ya eyes they'll help y'all see

------
"I can't promise I'll try. But I'll try to try."

Some villains so vain, stay vile w/ sadistic visuality/
Stain and villify our subculture w/ voracity/
Sacreligious vindication and synaptic vacancies/
Slum Village slay vampires, supplying the vaccine/
T3, Baatin, Elzhi complete the holy trinity/
Straight validating Detroit w/ synchronized viridity/
Take sacramental vows to safeguard sacred verbs/
and save tainted nouns from salivating vultures/
Striding en voyage to salvage their vocation/
Slingin verses w/ sound vibration/
Soulful visionaries w/ stimulating vocabulary/
Stroll through shady vectors singin sweet vespers/
Step with valor and serenade various populations/
Speak ventilation and receive endless veneration/
Passed presents and proceed to future obstacles/
Heed fantastic volumes of lyrical enticement/
Spiritual Luminaries Utilizing Musical Vehicles/
to Illustrate Life Lessons And Gain Enlightenment

"Stanzalone is dumb fly."- My Mom

What Chall think... i used all of the required words plus the ones from the SV's last album

"i dont know" why everybody "falls in love"
cus "CB4" we "get dis money," its got to come to push and shove
yeah i know it's "tainted" but we know "what's it all about"
"raise it up" "players" and "go ladies" but stop and watch ya mouth
this is strictly "2U4U," when you come to these "detroit" streets
whether it's the east or the west "Slum Village" is still gonna eat
the fantastic four. No we talkin a fantastic three. T3, Baatin, and Elzhi, it's a trinity.
so i leave you with this message, stay away from "climax" so you can keep ya "eyes up" when you here
cus Chedda Boys Forever Boys will stick a Nine in your ear

This is as simple as it gets
I'm the Past, the Present, & the Future
so whack m.c.'s need the repent
and bow down to the force
of the one man Trinty
move aside or suffer the penalty
of staying in my vicinity
cause i rock cities like Detroit
the technical rapper
so call me the rappin Chris Benoit
or just call me the one
cause the rest aint it
deceived by the mirror image
that's why your world lies Tainted
using painted pictures to diguise the truth
knowing you can't handle it
that's why you rebuke
I'm here to make you feel it
comin to raise it up
like I'm from camp Slum Village
look if you need my help
please just ask it
I even got T3, Elzhi, and Baatin
sending me fanmail, telling me I'm fantastic
I know you can't stand it
that's why I do it
to let you know I got it
and to let you know you blew it

My soul has been through hell and documented by senesters
we got Ministers being local Priministers
Illusions of another life trapped in Cold Walls
Tainted is my vision thinking i could save all
Subdued in this Slum Village with only one way to get out
And I’m praying to my Creator everyday to help me out
But in Detroit City it’s hard cause you strive for Mo’ Town
Holding firm belief in the Trinity never being let down
I know we holding the crown T3,Baatin, Elzhi and I
Coming Profound and Persistent with this dose of LIFE
Given and Taken unto the whole earthly dimension
Seeing 4th world countries more stuck in positions
But we living due to the fact
the country was built on our backs
So I withdrawal from the addiction of Materialism
born in Capitalism
Were theres no Social System
only Victims
placed here on cruel intentions
Put in prison the same way for the mind to be slaved…
Shackled!..
But under these Bright Stars and Orange Horizon skies I still see Heaven in My peoples Eyes…

Know Thyself and surroundings to better understand things non-existing and existing, unseen and the seen in order to be able to deal Equality(Equally with all things in life)...Be True to U!

RIGHTEOUS SOULS
Soul Cleansing MuSiCk...LiSing
http://www.i

My village slum, strung out nuns drink Old English...
Detroit Gator rocking player haters cold squeamish...
The Trinity is fiends on pipe dreams...
Buyers and overseers hunting crack scene's down, ghetto no vaccine...
I'm tainted and acquainted with a corner buy out corner eye, with...
Eye to the sky, never "Baatin" my eagle vision...
I pimp my little T3 connection to spit incisions...
For my city, Nouveau Babylon Project, no supervision...
Spitting my lyricisms in back of these L's High (Elzhi)...
Red irises ringing bells I wonder if they can tell I'm...
Like Dr. Strangelove...Cool brick playing atomic video games...
With dirty faces that require no names...
Displaying no shame...pissing with penis out like "WILD HUNDREDS!!"...
Past, Present and Future these faggots will run from it...
Straigh spitting my Fantastic Oasis within this Volume of shock...
Exhalating Chicagoism from my Block...
This is my city, baby, love it or not...
And I'd indent a player's soul vessel for shitting on my favorite spot...
DV the Demon stays the beacon in this land of niggaz tweekin'...
Hitting J's in 88 ways of speaking every weekend...

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DAMN! DAMN! DAAAAAAAMN!!!
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MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

I did this to the "Fall in Love Remix" instrumental.....

Sittin in bed, I think about this brand new day/
With thoughts in my head of headin' a different way/
I keep images painted in a subconscious manner/
As "Tainted" plays on the system, I re-phrase my visions
to a world full of slander/
Out the crib full of candor, I begin to feel affinity/
To combine 3 elements together forming one "Trinity"/
Spit game easy like "T3", so nothin' could freeze me/
With a spirit like "Baatin" I won't let this feelin leave me/
A higher frame of mind like "Elzhi", never let the well dry/
Without the 'dro I still felt high/
Gazing down people on the streets, I could melt eyes/
Life is what you make it, don't let others tell u different/
When the pressure's mounting, let yaself fly like a griffen/
Cuz u can do the flippin', raise heat up in that kitchen/
That you call ya brain, make change, make a new addition/
From NY to "Detroit" keep the music pumpin' like pistons/
No deaf ears shall fall when you listen to this verbal pillage/
Cuz I'm rockin' it with the best, the crew called "Slum Village"!

Everything is One!

you believe everything you hear, but don’t hear everything you believe
that’s why preacher’s stay in long sleeve
while in every slum village
the young pillage, sprung on being the realest
the system leaving us hung- we don’t feel it
waiting on the come, of the messiah to heal it
boys cum and to prevent being a man- all relationships they kill it
it’s all tainted
theory truth, i speak to leave all fainted
ain’t it, all brainless
i realized i’m going to be my own assassin, lucky me- i’m aimless
far from being what a saint is
however i anoint and exploit
from this point to detroit
thelonious like t3, baatin and elzhi
see we, your problem now tell me
the progression a divine entity
me and mine a sign of a trinity
if only you could read my mind- soul and body
you’ll see this crime was chosen properly
insomnia, i need to sleep, i can’t unwind contemplatin’ the plot
that’s deep, further than illuminati by illfinity
black concealed - see i don’t need to break it down
the fact: i build.



"born alone, die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne." nas
email theprogression@hotmail.com for a(re)naissance in hip-hop.

"the progression the soul's lesson"

"born alone, die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne." nas

eventhough this verse "must contain the words “Slum Village,” “Trinity”, “Detroit”, “tainted” and the band members names “T3”, "Baatin”, and “Elzhi”"


Jay-Dee wheres my beat? no x box for me...
after you read this ill have yall bowing at my feet
how do you pronounce Elzhi?

Album Comming Never

Lemme drop a dent into yr dome like the Trinity
Father Son and Spirit all in one call me T3
Tainted by the demons in my past - can i free me
spittin freely killin mcs - i last, dog, believe me

All z'i see, is my past in my future- can u hear
Can you see, i'm a jah-breathin creature-1 2 3
Elzhi see, Detroit pimps now they preachers-can't believe
i was hustlin, now Slum village is featured-aha..ha...
i was hustlin, now slum village is featured-bru ha ha
i was hustlin, now slum village is featured-ya powwwoouuu!

i'm battin runs like i'm playin the series-go pla-ya
Baatin lyrics-shootin spits like their beebees-rit tat tat
i don't stop-til the crowd shouts on bleachers-woo ha ha
i was hustlin, now slum village is featured-yea yalll
i was hustlin, now slum village is featured...

one

MUSE

(freestyle)

(c) Copyright August 16, 2002 by Artist Known As "MUSE" - MarcArthur St. Juste

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Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

.Yo….my head shots will have blood streaming out your knot like dreadlocks / I'll wreck these tainted cats for free, f**k an X-Box!!!!!
I exceed in speeds of T3's and fiber optics / then rip this whole board into scripts and text documents
Who's stoppin' it???…..not OkayPlayer or the Trinity / it'll simply be a pity to offend this lyrical entity
I keep my L's high (Elzhi) when blazin' Haitian rolled by Cajuns / simply put…..I'm greater than your greatest expectation
My 3rd eye vision has me existing in three dimensions / in pyramids my lyric's written in hieroglyphic inscriptions
Theses bitches lack the wisdom to cipher in my division / my lyrical incisions severs headz like circumcisions
And worse than this, all of Detroit knew that I was merciless / no matter how many rounds you spit, I'm always the first to hit
You know what the deal is!….I wrap (rap) headz like Baatin before I pillage / and have Jay Dee beggin' to come back to Slum Village
I'm out of this world like comets / you'll think I'm Sadam when my bomb hits / I use to spit on the mic, but now I vomit
You "Hoes" know I'm the "Star", it's "Insane" how you "Slumber" / "Let's" "Get Live" with "Harmony", on this board "One" is my number

'Baatin' all fraudulents /
pillaging drums through this 'slum village'/
got em' hooked, lined, and sunk /
gased up from meye Exxon spillage /
from 'Detroit' to Greenwich Village /
meye 'trinity' remain omniscent /
marriage of mic, mind, and mouth /
'tainted' from the alamony spent /
this Apache helos going down /
under fire looking for an 'Elzhi' /
still meye alphabet empherical /
letters numerate like T3 /


..blend...love...syllabicdivinity

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

Just copped trinity past present and future,
Now in order to keep it together i need sutures,
My mind took a journey to slum village,
once there i began to pillage,
the insights in the rhymes of T3 Baatin and Elzhi,
The world today is but a picture painted,
With a broad brush and paint that's tainted,
T3 kicks sh*t frequently,
and subsquently his kicks'll be smelling indecently,
These cats from Detroit get to the point with haste,
Anyobody who hate SV gets trinity in their mouth to change their musical taste,
Commercial cats are babies, they should be rollin' in carriages,
When the world hears SV, their carreers will end suddenly like celebrity marriages,
Baatin is not known to keep you waitin but he spits game that keeps the ladies faintin',
Elzhi will not comply with guys that deny him props for lyrical supply,
Funny how unlike in trinity these boards are devoid of the n-word,
must just be us white boys postin' , how absurd,
Yes the name is Dezazarous i'm hazardous like skin cells that are cancerous,
no need for explicit lyrics labels cuz I have to use stars when i cuss,
Britney's a hoe, using her body to get paid,
The preceding rhyme was brought to you by a kid in the 11th grade,
SV pick me instead of a 33 year old emcee with no need to play VG's,
And keep spreadin the word like a contagious disease.

www.myspace.com/thatclassyish

My brain can't stand the silence so I gotta make beats that aim to be timeless.

Here is the Intro, transmitted from Maine /
Slum Village is the Choir, they must be Insane /
What Is This from T3, Baatin and Elzhe /
Trinity is here, it seems Tainted to me /
I gotta go eazy, La La's got me all bent /
Just stare at the sky and bump 7 All Ta Ment /
Finish the blunt and hit Detroit Disco /
a brief Interlude, liquor store to get Cisco /
leave the club around One with a couple of Hoes /
Interlude time again and off with her clothes /
You gotz ta be smooth and play the big Star /
Hit it and them Slumber in the back of the car /
Wake her with Soul, Marvelous last night was /
What's That All About u know what it does /
When you hear I Love You you really must strive /
we'll Get Live all night, this B in your hive /
Harmony once again, can I get it times three? /
Who Are We baby, Fall In Love, lady please! /
I want it like D'Angelo, Untitled /
now get back on your knees/

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Let’s do this like ELZHI did on Disco/
Truly Unique like BAATIN does with his flow/
Like T3 this is the All-Ta-Ment, not to mention/
It’ll only take One rhyme for me to take this competition/
I’m gonna be the star today/
But I’m not gonna talk bout the Love U Hate/
So lets bring on the SOUL/
I’m Slum Village like with this mic control/
With the Tainted joint SV showed the Hoes/
That they didn’t need to comprise as far as music goes/
Still dropping hits, they still Get Live/
With Harmony, unity, they age well with time/
What is This? Trinity blew up. straight from Detroit/
Just Like Em, 5’9” and Jay Dee did with his joint/
Who Are We? We’re those OK Players/
Waking up those conscious rap cats from the Slumber/
With the real Hip-Hop, The Roots, Dilated, D’Angelo, Kweli/
Soulive, Jazzies, Common Sense, the way music should be/


Ok, not the greatest verse, but you can’t blame a guy for trying this writing lyrics thing, been a big SV fan.

ALright, i didnt know that the guy that posted before me did the same thing i did, so much for my originality, my bad.

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www.reverbnation.com/richardluong
www.myspace.com/mlshaheed

All right then, it's my turn to start rhymin, I don't mean to cause pain, but my rhymes will strike you like lightning, and lightning will bury you and put you in your coffin, the action "tainted" is used way too often, Slum Village is dope and Detroit is never stopping, I'm swinging and not missing, like Kenny Lofton, it's like the Matrix cause trinity is causing problem's.I'm on the net and T3 is the ultimate connection, When it comes to freestyling, there is no competition,,and I'm always the winner when I'm on the board of contestants, confusion, it's natural, so it's all right if you're wrong when you're guessing, questioning, and estimating, who're the greatest Mcs, well here's three, T3, Baatin, and Elzhi, there's no debating,arguing
would just be complicating, The Village is up there with BEP and I'm not overrating. Upcoming Mcs, like them roots that are Nappy,who's better, I don't know, but they both make me happy. Can relate to all generations like my grandpappy, talking about good subjects, not Ja Rule and his money with the bad love songs, too sappy.

I remember the first time I saw Slum Village perform/ November of 2000, Hammerstein Ballroom, far from warm/ three hours is how long I waited in line for/ so I could catch the action from the front row at the Okayplayer tour/ these cats from Detroit came on stage and said whats up?/ then they got wild and made all of New York fuckin raise it up/ during a high energy sequence T3 and Baatin got down low and back to back/ I got the picture with my disposable so if necessary I could prove that/ the show was dope but my memory of it is a little tainted/ the girl next to me that I was dancing with got so excited that she fainted/ concert ended so I went to go cop a shirt from the back/ got the last one with the tour roster, Okayplayer logo, plus it was black/ now almost two years later I'm met with the challenge of writing this rap/ and I have a new SV CD, thank god, hip hop was getting wack/ brought on Elzhi and on August 13th they dropped Trinity/ if the music world was right, the album sales would reach infinity/ to all the judges, come on you can't ignore me/ better read this shit again because it's a true story

the use of metaphors is devastin'/inflatin'/ to excellence or supreme/ stay on point like 'Detroit' Red Wings/ grab the mic and rip out the interior/watch my verb spillage/ i'll leave you duckin and hidin in a 'SLum Village'/ i'm climbin for the green like Jack and the Beanstalk/ doin' more tricks on boards than Tony Hawk/ when I kick a freestyle, ask 'Baatin' how he feels/ he says "you hold down weight like Oprah on treadmills"/ i believe in CApital Punishment like I was Big Pun/ i'm callin you 'Trinity' cuz you fell in love with the chosen one/ he's lyrically upgraded highly anticipated/ rhymes regurgitated and haters is dialated/ what's my life agenda, tryin to get on wit 'T3'/ so we can take over the world like Brain and Pinky/ leavin ya face painted 'tainted' , staright distorted/ not the CAnibus man but I can get retarted/and any hypnatic actin faggot causin static/ with disappear quick like David Copperfield magik/ still throwin verbal darts, hittin the bullseye/ blowin up more shit than Elzhi and Bill Nye/ you got no choice but to feel this, niggas can't knock it/ this game is over, 8 ball in the side pocket

Hope the
whole world opens their eyes, and don't sleep this
time 'cause what's droppin' is sound and deep, a
leap for hopkind, 3rd pitch on point, Slum
Village, 1 vision, 1 love from Detroit. Many
roots but one trunk, no weeds on the field, strong
seeds have been sown, this year's crop - high yield.

So heed the
lesson of this jiggaless rhyme that's tru', in-
spired by the members of the Trinity crew.

Slight
change, newcomer, welcomed all the more, but that
3-faced tetrahedron, it should really have four, Baatin T-
3, Elzhi - this round's line of defence, & Jay-
Dilla's sniper shadow, SIXTH VOWEL on the fence.

If the
state of HIPHOP has got you feelin' blu', then feed your
mind, heart and soul with a thump that's tru'.

Painted
beats, torch-bearers of a sound that's that's not tainted.
Pure as HER love affair with Native Tongues, sainted by Ab-
stract for what was - is and shall be: for those
ears on the hear-here, this flow's for free.

Past, Present, Future: what was, is and shall be: this
rhyme's for the now, this one's 4 3.