Ant - Multiples lyrics

[Sample: Lionel Hampton] Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tune That we had a lot of requests for... [Verse 1: Spawn] 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 sh** intact Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat Best believe that, never will the Spawn come wack I 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 [Verse 2: Spawn/Slug] 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 Finding love and happiness inside a mix-tape And this goes to those Whose criticism is constructive And this goes to those Who lyrically we just can't f** with And this goes to those Whose love is so strong You can shut your eyes and see them when you listen to they songs This goes to those Who eat and sleep with turntables This goes to those Who say "f** the major labels" 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 crew, from Minneap to St. Paul This goes to those Who flip the b-boy acrobatics And this goes to those Who put the ball in the baskets This goes to those Of you who listen to the lyrics Cause this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere sh** [Hook: Spawn/Slug 2x] It's like that sh** It's like this sh** 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 multiples [Verse 3: Spawn/Slug] Anxiety: That's my new drug of choice Society: Where you go when you lose your voice Rivalry: Stems from the sh** your man's telling me Don't lie to me, I know the real definition is jealousy Observation: That's 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: That's how I often change the subject Second guess: That's what they all do to Slug's sh** Ironic: Most kids pale in comparison to my phonics So come inhale some embarra**ment Roller-coaster: A metaphor for my delivery Overdose: Results of having battle tendencies Activated: Every time its my turn to rip But "masturbated" means that you finally came to grip So reality must mean: guns, b**hes, and weed Cause salary is what comes from: guns, b**hes, and weed Integrity means you're in pain cause you're in love Collectively means that none of y'all could f** with Slug It's like that, never the wack, an actual fact It's like act transglobal and local, so hold me back It's like damn aimless, tenseness, wandering It's a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to [Hook 2x] [Sample: Lionel Hampton, scratched] Right now