SLAINE - Speed lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] My little son's my dude, he's only three years old His mother look at me and wonder, will he be as bold? Will his heart be warmer, will he be as cold? Is his father much harder with the bleedin' soul? A fifth of whiskey and a gun inside his vehicle Runnin' like a breedin' bull 'till he give the weed a pull * * * the money, just feed him * Superman spittin' back with the speedin' bullets High as a helicopter, fly with the smell of vodka You hear them hammers bangin'? Then you can tell us proper And the dog is an alcoholic, he got his guts leakin' He ain't afraid of nothin' now, that's just his nuts speakin' That ain't a gangsta party, homie, that's a plush weekend You ain't lived the fast life, you just got a s*ut tweakin' So live it that trife, revel the devil I'm drinkin' * bottles with the pedal to the metal, come on [Hook: Lü Balz] The speed is all we know, don't know how to live slow We can't outrun the past no matter how fast we go The future's behind me, no way that you can find me The speed is all we know, don't know how to live slow [Verse 2: Checkmark] A live wire, ready to rock, ox in the pocket Private stocked bottles, me and Eddie would talk About the ways to get the paper, stayed evadin' the cops Main thing we had in common was we hated our pops One chose the fast life, one wanted to live the rap life Readin' Native Son, inspired by Richard Wright The other left a night, sunshinin' was his cryptonite Driven by the cash, * * * * crack pipe That's life when schizophrenic minds collide Two sides to every story, only mine's alive Ironic after a tidal wave of vital signs The bad guy speakin' when the tide subsides There's no prize in winnin' a race against fate When I meet the maker I wanna spit in his face They say the good die young, I'll be an old disgrace I see my brother in an urn and I should be in his place, I'm f**ed [Hook] [Verse 3: Termanology] I never live slowly, used to live lonely Started chasin' that Cudi money to buy a roley Never got a roley, but I got my homies And two beautiful kids, I better drive slowly Cause life ain't fear Speed up, too fast, you could die right there You could get the electric chair and get fried right there Get shot up, and get dreams and have nightmares Best prepare, never know when your test is near Cause them Tecs'll glare when them checks don't clear Try to keep my mind clear, but why am I here? So many questions, I gave God a questionnaire But if the question here is "When will I stop?" Doin' d**, gettin' drunk, how many pills will I pop? How many d** will I sell? How many * * *? Well, I thought I told you that we won't stop [Hook]