All Day Apollo Brown (Ft. Slum Village)

[Intro: T3]
Uh—yeah
It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the Villa
Yeah

[Chorus]
Aye, ayo, we came a long way
It’s the Villa, the—the—the illest all day
All day, aye, ayo, we came a long way
It’s the Villa, uh-uh, the Villa, yeah

[Verse 1: T3]
Yeah, from that city-raised moto-bot[?]
To the blocks were them dudes serving heli rocks
Yeah, and them fiends worship demigods
Remember when I slept I used to duck from gun shots
It wasn’t privilege, it wasn’t in our lineage
Never idiots we just city kids where The Village is
Tryna benefit, fuck dollas and cinnamons
From the tenements where they ill again and they sin again
Wearing the same summer shoes
Kids will front on you
Your [?] ain’t do it [?] blow in your living room
Some lace a blunt or two mine was small tunnel view
The way I fumbled through and made you and came out original
The hood il’ pull at you
Feeling just like a Rubik’s cube
They spin and move you it’s similar to a hula-hoop
I planted roots in these haters they catch the stomach flu
If the devil himself can’t stop us then who the fuck is you?
Helicopters on our blockas it’s like the daily news
Then we shake em’ like maracas because we had the moves
These times’ pitiful I stayed out the tentacles
Of the system that be insisting niggas is criminal
They will flip and twist you get you up off your pivotal
Then they hit you and tend to lynch you and turn it physical
Incidents is intentional drama be like critical
From that same system they never get us they livin' though
Ah!