Lock It Down - Slum Village

My destiny, sitting on the throne you fell off of

Flossing champion belts, the gems is for the poems

I rip your head from your neck 'til you look semicolon (Ugh)

It’s with the dopest slang, my mental is twisted

My mind holds a state where inner visuals live at

They go to war, it reflects through my vocal cords

High explosives, fly from inside Ayatollah

African (Where you at, El?) African men

Ark, he playing deep in the safari

Got a army deeper than slaves to raise the Sphynx’s body (Ugh)

Greek mythology, it’s none adjacent

I dropkick you with the skills learned from Levitation

Breathe the chi through my navel, I electrify what I eject

My dialect is fly

Lock it down, lock it down

We lock it down, we lock it down

We lock it down, lock it down

Lock it down, lock it down

Lock it down, lock it down (Ugh)

Yo, we bury niggas in the back like The Sopranos

Bust niggas the fuck back like Marciano

Quick to get it, quick to spit it on the counter

Can’t trust niggas with your money on the counter

Lock cold, like seven, spit star for hunger

More they push us back, the more we get stronger

S… Bad boys of four-six

Fucking with Baatin and El on assist

Gliss niggas that cross the line, they get hit

Smack niggas in the mouth for the same shit

And also, fuck around, it’s a fiasco

Known, loco, centro, international

Trey!

Third!

(Man, these niggas better forget about it, man)

We draw crowds in like Exodus, on corners

These dudes recite poems in large forums

Known to crush they victims, smash they opponents

Walk in the dark with the spotlight on ‘em

With a crew of black bandits, walk open-handed

Quick to cut it up in many circumstances

That’s why we…

Lock it down, lock it down

We lock it down, we lock it down

We lock it down, lock it down

Get down and do it for you and I

Lock it down, lock it down

Get down and do it for you and I

Lock it down, lock it down

Get down and do it for you and I

Excuse me, miss, I’m off the chain

It’s making me sick, ain’t that a bitch?

You sent for the wish

You know I do it like a dusty cell with a pitch

You in the bottle like a ancient text

It’s the same thing, you know I got, it’s empty, empty

Sandal with a seashell

We swell, pay the piper like I’m R.-Kel

Ishmael, see the face, I’m in a turban like I meant well

Get stale, I got bread for the corpse in mind

It’s the same thing, I guess I gotta whine

You down, understand, you with a handshake

Shift the gear while I sift ‘em in the crust

Work this empty, I might catch the wave

Run it up, tryna get served up, what the fuck

It’s the same thing, I guess I got, it’s empty, empty

Sandal with a seashell, we swell

We lock it down lock it down

Lock it down, lock it down

Lock it down, lock it down

Get down and do it for you and I

Lock it down, we lock it down

Get down and do it for you and I

We lock it down, lock it