Mr. Slow Flow - Dilated Peoples

Yeah.

PMD, E-V

Mr. Evidence.

Aiyyo

From out the dark, a voice that you heard before

Not one to sell out, how did I remain this raw?

Cause my style’s rugged, step past you amateurs

You little peons, you wanna aim at P?

I aim at y’all

Get real, you know P, put the «B» in ball

I did it to death, back agin, you stuck in the store

C’mon, what’s ya rap handle?

Gimme a sec

Lemme think… nah!

Never heard of y’all

You on your grind?

You better grind some more

Check it, you on your hustle?

You better hustle some more

I flex a rhyme on a rapper, then proceed to wreck

By breakin this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck

When five-oh rolls, they say what’s the M. O

Another rapper was hit, by Mr. Slow Flow

So who these dudes messin up?

Show 'em the door

If you ain’t spittin hardcore, then say no more

«So much to say but I still flow slow»

Uh, code name E-V, rappin fanatic (yea!)

'07 Slow Flow, blackout addict

Record mode, set the EQ to Dolby

Low-key?

Nah, with PMD they can’t hold me

All these sirens they drop on these songs are false alarms

I’m the perfect storm after the calm

Only few things for sure like my maker I’ma meet

And in my life I’ma eat ten spiders while I sleep (hahaha)

I mean, the game’s fucked for starters

Radio’s week (y'know?), we buyin music at Starbucks (wow)

We live lies but tryin to see heaven

Denial, no plane ever hit Trade Center 7 (Think about it)

Learned from vets and they ain’t war heroes

They blue collar, drive in +Taxis+ like Deniro

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

Six figures, tryin to add another zero

(Watch it!)

I used to be Ice-T «Reckless» (RECKLESS)

Wildin out until 3, then eat breakfast

Mid-City's finest, dreams precious

Hustle 'til I’m breathless (outta control!)

They say, «Rakka, ease off the clutch and drive slow»

Rev pumps the brakes, I accelerate a live show (Go!)

The race is fair and square, the tortoise and hare

I don’t just smoke trees, I put a forest in the air

I swing swords of steel, I’m hard to kill

Blessed with skill, never ever stress a deal (NO!)

Bringin big business corporate checks in still

+Strictly Business+ +Never Personal+ catchin feelings

The fame that brought dollars, the dollars that bought fame

+The Release Party+ celebrates the breaking of chains

Hip-hop to the WORLD from black and brown areas

I flow slow but CRACK them sound barriers

Mr. Slow Flow

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