GO! 



[Evidence:] 

Step it up... 

Hear me, feel the funk, yeah 



I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff 

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift 

Hit the clutch then I start to shift 

Turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift 

Lost Angel, Westside rider 

The official, four-oh-five Friday, sound provider 

Underground hitman, hard to hire 

Unsigned death threats written in typewriters 

Poetic, I'm that type of writer 

Got that "Don't call me, I'll call you" type of fire 

Fake it 'til you make it, you're such a good liar 

Headliners used to not make the flyer 

Four-oh-one K, and I don't mean retire 

Chase loops, still war all day, I'm in denial 

Peace ain't the word to play - it's violence 

I ain't have shit good to say, so here's silence... 



[Chorus: cuts by DJ Revolution] 

[Jay-Z:] "I slow flows y'all to death" 



[Evidence:] 

Yeah, don't stress, emotions rest 

'Til they wanna see my best, as good as it gets 

Don't hold weak cards, don't hold regrets 

Players, don't change past the seventh inning stretch 

Learned from vets and they ain't pet doctors 

They the type they arrest in "Clockers" 

We sellin out these operas, and don't mean sing 

I mean opera house stage we rockin 

C-A, all day 

Reppin it, party time, excellent 

It's perfection kid, I'm not affectionate 

That's what my last girl said, too much estrogen 

(I'm in trouble) Yeah, that ain't PC 

But sometimes that ain't E-V (what can I do) I just feel that way 

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

Speak in codes, 'til we reach another day 



[Chorus] 



[Evidence:] 

{Ay light another one man~!} 

I used to be Ice-T "Reckless" (RECKLESS) 

Wild out like I'd never see braekfast 

Nightmares, tiein dreamcatchers 

Tryin to run breathless, outta control 

I don't give orders, I make suggestions 

Then walk away! I've learned my lessons (Ev have patience) 

It's simple, they neglect it 

Win at chess, still lose at checkers 

That ain't weakness, it's a death wish 

Choke 'em out; another off the checklist 

I came too far not to be respected 

And drove too far to hear they closed the guestlist 

(You gotta be kiddin me) A new rain out the smokin bar 

Umbrellas up, these cats are dogs 

And just because it barely ever hails in L.A. 

They say I can't reign the game and hail from H.A.? 

They crazy~! 



[Chorus] 



[PMD:] 

When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O. 

Another rapper was hit, by Mr. Slow Flow 



"By Mr. Slow Flow" [scratched] 

[Ev:] That's what they call me this year