Текст песни
"Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tune
That we had a lot of requests for..."
I never gave props to emcees who don't deserve it
Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it
Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it
Never had I thought life was gonna be perfect
Never hit the chicks unless I have a jimmy hat
Never leave the crib unless I have my shit intact
Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat
Best believe that, never will the Spawn come wack
Never went to court, never had to serve trial
Never went to jail, had no records on file
Never disrespect, never treat my friends wild
'Cause I never had real friends till now
So this goes to those
Who be supporting at the shows
And this goes to those
Who's always working on they flows
And this goes to those
Who use music intake to escape
Findin' love and happiness inside a mixtape
And this goes to those
Who's criticism is constructive
And this goes to those
Who lyrically we just can't fuck with
And this goes to those
Who's love is so strong you can shut your eyes
And see them when you listenin' to they songs
This goes to those
Who eat and sleep with turntables
This goes to those
Who say fuck the major lables
And this goes to those
Who unsigned and dead broke
Can still make a name before they even make a demo
This goes to those
Who keep the freight trains lit up
And this goes to those
Who roam the night just to get up
And this goes to those
Who tag and paint walls with aerosol
Lost city from Minneapolis to St. Paul
This goes to those
Who flip the be boy acrobatics
And this goes to those
Who put the ball in the baskets
This goes to those
A few who listen to the lyrics
'Cause this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere shit
Its like that shit
Its like this shit
True heads are the real music critics
Was always better with flows,
Then I was with shoulder pose
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple
Anxiety:
Thats my new drug of choice
Society:
Where you go when you loose your voice
Rivalry:
Stems from the shit you man's selling me,
Don't lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy
Observation:
Thats my tactic to complain
Conversation:
Distract you while I pick your brain
Atmosphere:
Up there lyrical unit
That leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch
Nonetheless:
Thats how I often change the subject
Second guess:
Thats what they all do to Slug's shit
Ironic:
Most kids pale in comparison
The mind phonics, so comes the hail of some embarrassment
Rollercoaster:
A metaphor for my delivery
Overdose:
Results of having battle tendencies
Activated:
Everytime its my turn to rip,
The masturbated means that you finally came to grip
So reality must mean,
Guns, bitches, and weed
Cuz salary is what comes from:
Guns, bitches, and weed
Integrity, means you're in pain 'cause you're in love
Collectively means that none of y'all could fuck with Slug
Its like that, never the wack, an actual fact
Its like act transglobal and local so hold me back
Its like damn agelesstensenesswandering
Its a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to
Its like that shit
Its like this shit
True heads are the real music critics
Was always better with flows,
Then I was with shoulder pose
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple
"Right now" scratched