Tech N9ne - Slow To Me lyrics

[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'll, shrink yo' remains of yo' pee-brain, people if you think slow (Hit the staccato flow) Listen and follow me This how it oughta be, audibly quality Call it the KOD, it be modesty But if Sickology's hot as me, spit no apology (Keep goin) Flippin bid'ness it is not a free policy If I spit it then it gotta be dollars, we up and get it I'll be f**in livid if you keep Donnie's economy (Double time) Not too many wanted me to spit it with the syllables A n***a that be critical The pinnacle and givin that original, a k**a with the trigger flow and really wanna get the billion livin low (Play the bongo) If you don't wanna speed it up, I'm gonna eat it up Everybody see I'm formidable I'm comin to heat it up, I gotta beat it up When I get the booty she comin to get it from a real n***aro! Beyond bomb, the women need pom-poms When I get to rippin they wanna get little Don Don to give up the John John before we get to sippin the Chandon Free my n***a Ron Ron - for real! Back to the n***a with the fast flow Havin the cash though Cause if anybody got it I'm on the mash fo' And I bet I'm gonna beat 'em cause they a** slow, yep! [Interlude: Tech N9ne] But they, never, get it, 'til you, spit it, slow (spit it, slow) K.C., n***az, did this, flow in, '94 But they, say they, under-stand me, when I, chop my, lyrics, though n***a, this ain't, choppin, I'ma, show you, how we, choppin, go! (Ready, go!) [Chorus 2X: Tech N9ne] All I wanna do is get the b**hes thinkin I can really do the cunnilingus And I'm gonna bring it, I can do whatever they want I'm really good with the tongue I tell 'em - that's slow to me (yeah) So when I do the flippin don't be lookin at me stupid I'ma k** it, I'ma nuke it I'ma step up the poppin, I got the rappin to cap it up I'ma say - that's a motherf**in flow to me (c'mon) [Krizz Kaliko] Time's up! (Times up!) When the clock is tickin Gods is spittin, flow Do ya gotta listen? No no With yo' hinds up (hinds up) Do I gotta kick it? Well no But your mind'll visit, knee to elbow Cause your rhyme design is to find just to live with it (How you know?) We was choppin like this when we first got it poppin and people was dissin it (people was dissin it) Yet you got the ma**es formed full from our pa**ion Your a**es they kissin it (they kissin yo' a**) It ain't in vogue to indulge and let yo' pen spill the info (yup) And I've been told that I've been cold since they invented Nintendo (Give 'em a lil' bit) When I hit it I make 'em sit down b**hes that wanna get down give me a little mid-dle (more) Gotta be quicker than that, sicker than that And she like the way you lick her, put your dick on the map I'm with the n***a with a chin like a billy goat tellin me syllables Edible, I gotta eat 'em like a vegetable And be the next, yes, best to blow Hopefully next for the checks to flow X and O's to the bozos from ghettos that get O's And get overrun on dancing kiddos Bless their souls, I done spit and written middlemen Tryin to get the vittles from they demos that they peddlin If you get it you got it right Interview write it right, maybe you'll take a flight overseas and see some exquisite, hoes They love it when the tongue roll Yup~! [Interlude] + [Chorus] [Rittz] What you can't understand me? Goddamn I can spit, that's too bad I guess I gotta give 'em a news flash Dude you dupe a** are due, rap rulers are douchebags Cause every rapper that's on the radio sound the same and it's troublin me, I be like "Who's that?" Then they came and abuse trap music and you 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 sh** I'm writin so over your head that it hovers And this is for anybody that ever said f** us Let me slow it up a little 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 cause you sound like you crackin with auto-tune that sh** don't make it okay f** that! Stealin creativity, don't give it a go Tryin to k** a Busta Bust, then I'll +Gimme Some More+ Tongue flick fast like Raven-Symon Make her lick on the lady p**y makin her moan, maybe I'm wrong To me your bars ain't hard and your song too slow You will never get to have this charm logo Goddamn, we a three man band Tech gave 'em the bongos, I give 'em a guitar solo Like youuuuuuuuuu tryin to pretend that I ain't better than 98 percent of these MC's But any minute could I annihilate in a heartbeat soooooooooo Many will sleep when I wake f** a magazine, the sh** that you write, your internet site Cause all the sh** you regularly post up I hate Cause the sh** sound slow to me, yeah [Outro: Tech N9ne] Ha ha ha ha, Strange Music baby! Truly elite sh**, ha ha ha ha! I mean, if you can't, keep up I don't know what to tell you, this slow to me Ha ha ha, and if it's too fast for you Chop and screw that sh**, or somethin