Tech N9ne - Slow To Me lyrics
rate me(Verse: Tech N9ne)
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 to clown, like Kinko, distinct flow
That I, skrink yo re-mains of yo pee-brains
People if ya 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 then it got to be dollas, we
Up and get it I be fuckin' livid if ya keep Donnie's economy (Double time)
Not too many wanted me to spit it wit the syllables
A nigga that be critical, the pinnacle and giving that original
A killer wit the trigga flow and really want to get the billion in it low
(Play the bongo)
If ya don't want to speed it up, I'm goin' to eat it up
Everybody see I'm formidable
I'm comin' to heat it up, I got to 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 ripping they want to get lil Don Don
To give up the John John befo' we get to sippin' the Chandon
Feel a nigga run run fo' real
Back to the nigga wit the fast flow, havin' the cash though
Cuz it's anybody, got it, I'm on the mash fo
And I bet I'ma beat 'em cuz it's they ass slow, yep
(Pre-Hook)
But they neva get it till ya spit it slow
KC niggas did this flow in '94
But they say they understand me when I chop my lyrics tho'
NIgga this ain't choppin', I'm a show ya how we chop it, go!
(Ready, go!)
(Hook x2)
All I want to do is get the bitches thinking I can really do the cunnilingus and I'm goin' to bring it
I can do whateva they want I'm really good wit 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 off
I'ma say (that's a motherfucking flow to me)
(Come on)
(Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko)
Time's up! (times up)
When the clock is ticking GODS is spitting, flow
Do ya got to listen? No, no
Put yo hands up (hands up)
Do I got to kick it? Well no
But ya mind'll visit, knee to elbow
Cuz yo rhyme design us to find this, just live wit it
(How ya know?)
We was chopping like this when we first got it popping
And people was dissing it (and people was dissing it)
Now ya got the masses, fell far from our passion, yo asses they kissing it
(They kissing yo ass)
It ain't in vogue, to indulge, ya 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 want to get down
Give me a lil mid-dle
Got to be quicker than that, sicker than that
And she like the way ya lick her, put yo dick on the map
I'm wit the nigga wit the chin, like a billy goat
Tellin' me syllables, edible, I got eat 'em like a vegetable
And be the next, yes, best to blow
Hopefully next fo' the checks to flow
X's and O's to the bozos, from ghettos
That get O's, and get (ovarun on dancin' kiddos?)
Bless their souls, I done spit and written (middle men?)
Tryin' to get (the middle to let demos in the betta lane?)
If ya get it ya 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
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook x2)
(Verse 3: Rittz)
What ya can't understand me?
Goddamn, I can spit this too bad
I guess I got to give them a news flash
Dude, ya dupe ass rap duelers are douchebags
Cuz every rapper that's on the radio sound the same
And it's troubling me, I be like who's that?
Then they came to abuse trap music and ya 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 writin' so ova yo head that it hovers
And this is for anybody that eva said fuck us
Let me slow it up a lil 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 cuz ya sound like ya crackin' wit autotune that shit don't make it okay! (okay!)
Fuck that!
Stealin' creativity don't (give it a gold?)
Tryin' to kill a Busta Bust, then I'll gimme some more
Tongue flick fast like Raven-Symoné
Make her lick on the lady pussy, makin' her moan, maybe I'm wrong
To me yo bars ain't hard and yo song too slow
Ya will neva get to have this charm logo
Goddamn, we a three man band
Tech gave em' the bongos, I give em' a guitar solo like
Ya tryin' to pretend that I ain't
Betta than 98 percent of these MC's but then I really get down, annihilate
And my heart beat so
Many will sleep when I wait, fuck a magazine
The shit that ya write, yo internet site
Cuz all the shit ya regularly post up, I hate
Cuz yo shit sound slow to me! Yeah!
(Outro: Tech N9ne)
Hahahaha, Strange Music baby!
Truly elite shit! Hahahaha!
I mean, if ya can't, keep up
I don't know what to tell ya, it's slow to me
Hahaha, and if it's too fast fo' ya
Chop and screw that shit, or sumethin'
