Mr Slow Flow

GO!

Step it up...

Hear me, feel the funk, yeah

I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Hit the clutch then I start to shift

Turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift

Lost Angel, Westside rider

The official, four-oh-five Friday, sound provider

Underground hitman, hard to hire

Unsigned death threats written in typewriters

Poetic, I'm that type of writer

Got that "Don't call me, I'll call you" type of fire

Fake it 'til you make it, you're such a good liar

Headliners used to not make the flyer

Four-oh-one K, and I don't mean retire

Chase loops, still war all day, I'm in denial

Peace ain't the word to play - it's violence

I ain't have shit good to say, so here's silence...

"I slow flows y'all to death"

Yeah, don't stress, emotions rest

'Til they wanna see my best, as good as it gets

Don't hold weak cards, don't hold regrets

Players, don't change past the seventh inning stretch

Learned from vets and they ain't pet doctors

They the type they arrest in "Clockers"

We sellin out these operas, and don't mean sing

I mean opera house stage we rockin

C-A, all day

Reppin it, party time, excellent

It's perfection kid, I'm not affectionate

That's what my last girl said, too much estrogen

(I'm in trouble) Yeah, that ain't PC

But sometimes that ain't E-V (what can I do) I just feel that way

Right now I'm on my J-O, issue payroll

Speak in codes, 'til we reach another day

Ay light another one man~!

I used to be Ice-T "Reckless" (RECKLESS)

Wild out like I'd never see braekfast

Nightmares, tiein dreamcatchers

Tryin to run breathless, outta control

I don't give orders, I make suggestions

Then walk away! I've learned my lessons (Ev have patience)

It's simple, they neglect it

Win at chess, still lose at checkers

That ain't weakness, it's a death wish

Choke 'em out; another off the checklist

I came too far not to be respected

And drove too far to hear they closed the guestlist

(You gotta be kiddin me) A new rain out the smokin bar

Umbrellas up, these cats are dogs

And just because it barely ever hails in L.A.

They say I can't reign the game and hail from H.A.?

They crazy~!

When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O.

Another rapper was hit, by Mr. Slow Flow

"By Mr. Slow Flow" That's what they call me this year