Slow to Me

Dumb it down, no gun it sound

If I took that advice, it wouldn't be nice, I'd be plummet bound

So I'm bout the clown, like Kinko, distinct flow

That'll, shrink yo re-mains of yo pee-brains, people if you think slow (Hit the staccato flow)

Listen and follow me, this how it ought to be

Audibly, quality, call it the K.O.D it be modesty, but if Sickology's

Hot as me, spit no apology (Keep going)

Flipping business it is not a free policy

If I spit it then it gotta be dollars, we

Up and get it I be fucking livid if you keep Donnie's economy (Double time)

Not too many wanted me to spit it with the syllables

A nigga that be critical, the pinnacle and givin' that original

A killa with the trigga flow and really wanna get the billion in it low

(Play the bongo)

If you don't wanna speed it up, I'm gonna eat it up

Everybody see I'm formidable

I'm coming to heat it up, I gotta beat it up

When I get the booty, she comin' to get it from a real negro

Beyond bomb, the women need pom-poms

When I get to rippin' they want to get little Don Don

To give up the John John before we get to sippin' the Chandon

Feel a nigga run run for real

Back to the nigga with the fast flow, havin' the cash though

Cause if anybody, got it, I'm on the mash fo

And I bet I'm gonna beat 'em cause it's they ass slow, yep

But they never get it 'til you spit it slow

KC niggas did this flow in '94

But they say they understand me when I chop my lyrics though

NIgga this ain't chopping, I'm a show you how we chop it, go!

(Ready, go!)

All I wanna do is get the bitches thinking I can really do the cunnilingus and I'm gonna bring it

I can do whatever they want I'm really good with the tongue

I tell 'em (that's slow to me, yea)

So when I do the flipping don't be looking at me stupid

I'ma kill it, I'ma nuke it

I'ma step up the poppin', I got the rap and the cap it up

I'ma say (that's a motherfucking flow to me)

(Come on)

Time's up! (times up)

When the clock is ticking GODS is spitting, flow

Do you got to listen? No, no

With your hinds up (hinds up)

Do I got to kick it? Well no

But you mind'll visit, knee to elbow

Cause your rhyme design us to find this, just live with it

(How you know?)

We was chopping like this when we first got it popping and people was dissing it (and people was dissing it)

Now you got the masses formed full from our passion, your asses they kissing it

(They kissing yo ass)

It ain't in vogue, to indulge, you let yo pen spill the info (yup)

And I've been told that I've been cold since they invented Nintendo

Well I hit it, to make them sit down

Bitches that wanna get down

Give me a little mid-dle

Gotta be quicker than that, siLcker than that

And she like the way you lick her, put your dick on the map

I'm with the nigga with the chin, like a billy goat

Telling me syllables, edible, I got eat 'em like a vegetable

And be the next, yes, best to blow

Hopefully next for the checks to flow

X's and O's to the bozos, from ghettos

That get O's, and get (?overrun on dancing kiddos?)

Bless their souls, I done spit and written middlemen

Trying to get vittles from they demos and they Benalyn

If you get it you got it right, interview write it right

Maybe you'll take a flight

Overseas, it seems so exquisite

Hoes, they love it when the tongue roll

What you can't understand me?

Goddamn, I can spit this too bad

I guess I gotta give them a news flash

Dude, you dupe ass rap duelers are douchebags

Cause every rapper that's on the radio sound the same

And it's troublin' me, I be like who's that?

Then they came to abuse trap music and you wack!

Like they on the same level as me and can't see the huge gap

Between us, I'm too fast

My lyrics just flew past

I'm a thousand kilometers up ahead of the others

Shit that I'm writing so over your head that it hovers

And this is for anybody that ever said fuck us

Let me slow it up a little bit and maybe they'll love it

These rappers these days be like

If I could rap like this I might get radio play! (get radio play!)

But just cause you sound like you cracking with autotune that shit don't make it okay! (okay!)

Fuck that!

Stealing creativity, don't give it a go

Trying to kill a Busta Bust, then I'll gimme some more

Tongue flick fast like Raven-Symoné

Make her lick on the lady pussy, making her moan, maybe I'm wrong

To me your bars ain't hard and your song too slow

You will never get to have this charm logo

Goddamn, we a three man band

Tech gave em' the bongos, I give em' a guitar solo like

You... tryin' to pretend that I ain't

Better than 98 percent of these MC's but any minute I annihilate

And my heart beat so....

Many will sleep when I wait, fuck a magazine

The shit that you write, your internet site

Cause all the shit you regularly post up, I hate

Cause your shit sound slow to me! Yeah!

Hahahaha, Strange Music baby!

Truly elite shit! Hahahaha!

I mean...if you can't, keep up

I don't know what to tell you, it's slow to me

Hahaha, and if it's too fast for you

Chop and screw that shit, or something