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Track: Eyes Up
Artist: Slum Village
Album: Fan-Tas-Tic, Vol. 2

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Name: Slum Village
Spotify Genres: jazz rap
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American hip-hop group from Conant Gardens, Detroit, Michigan, founded in 1996. The group was formerly composed of the rappers [a=Titus Glover] aka [a=Baatin] (1974–2009), [a=RL Altman III] aka [a=T3 (2)], and rapper & producer [a=James Yancey] aka [a=J Dilla] (1974–2006). [a=J Dilla] left in 2001 to pursue a solo career with MCA Records. [a=Jason Powers (2)] aka [a=Elzhi] joined in his absence, after which [a=Baatin] also left due to health complications. Following J Dilla's death in 2006 and Baatin's death in 2009, [a=T3 (2)] remains the sole surviving member of the original lineup. Over its history, the group has been through several line-up changes, which once included J Dilla's younger brother [a=John Yancey] aka [a=Illa J], but now the group exists as a duo of [a=T3 (2)] and producer [a=Ralph J. Rice Jr.] aka [a=Young RJ].

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Release: Slum Village - I Don't Know / Eyes Up
Year: 2000
Genres: Hip Hop

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LYRICS

Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click
What to do, what to do, what to do?
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

[Baatin (Jay Dee)]
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Baatin levatatin up in the sky
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,
SV, SV huh, uh

[Baatin]
One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite
Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece
You love it when my crew say we from the D
You love it when my crew say we work for apathy
I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me
Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees
Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties
Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft
SV, we the type of crew that never fall off

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Baatin(JayDee)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight)
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'on, c'on

[Jay Dee: eminem's voice from a Dj cut]
Say, (h-, huh)
My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks
Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock
Been makin money, I been had a fat knot
Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod
You say (wh-,what) my jam knocks
You can hear me coming off the damn blocks
Since a kid I aint never played wit damn blocks
And I was never ever known to cock block
Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked
Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn glock
You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks
These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock
Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock
Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks
We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop
Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop
So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You can say the S is the soul shock
The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked
When devinous cats used to pop locks
I steal, when I used to pop locks
The S twist shit up like a dred lock
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You say (w-what) my jam knocks
So keep ya

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

[Baatin (T3)]

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)

[T3]
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like makin money's critical
Rhyme written, lyrical
Some emcees will never know
what we keep on giving and
Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering
Y'all niggas to the fall
And I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like
Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit
Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit
Know who you fuckin wit
Never fuck around with the click
Don't fuck around wit the click
You might get ya melon split
Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two
It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like

[Chorus]