Slow Down

They ask
Where is Hip-hop now, and do I like it
At first, didn't really care cuz that ain't my kid
Starting out with a Juvenile instead of Kool Herc
But you can't judge em until you do some work
We used to play the dozens
Now they battle rap for cash stacks
Careers getting dragged in trash bags
Peers act mad but that's the biz. You can leave it or love it
For what it is. Under a bridge heaving and huffing
With an ass whipping applied to your attitude
Then it's adios. Nobody knows why they should be mad at you
So they don't waste the time. Neither will I
Stop asking me how I feel about Li'l Wayne rhymes
Cuz while I'm chatting you up, he's got the hang time
After a certain point, your audience is the mainline
Way to find plays behind J's and climb the ranks
Ride waves, crowd surfing where you're buying your blaze
Do I like it? I LOVE this
Whoever wanna run this
Better be aware of how many people are coming in
Kids get smarter with every twenty year stretch
If you still remember decks, then you know that I address
The level and composition of progress, for real it gets complex
Pass the torch or get burned
It's just like the Olympics. A conquest of pride and prowess
Your ass is caught when kids learn. Yo

Slow down, slow down
And try to learn something
Slow down, slow down
And try to learn something
Slow down, slow down
Slow down before they burn something on you
Slow down before they burn something on you
And pay attention

It's like my rum and rocks splashed with a lemon
Little dash of honey, a shot of 'gac and some mint
A sip of the past, live in the present. That's how I get it in
Split into atoms to recapture beginnings
Flip it to smash. If it can match, attach it to dividends
Romance in the back of a bulletproof black limousine
Clipping your AK, whistling
Summer Jam samples full of new raps
Figuring the factors before you act
On minimal crack, maxing your living expense
Fill up on gourmet snacks and liquids
Hit all walls from the back, say that I kicked it in
Nevermind whatever's in the way of ignorance
Just getting the shitty end
Chop it in the throat, inward singing like Jack Black
Flipping tenacious diesel, make your bacon to fat back
Promote deepness, physical or otherwise
Pole smoking demons can't believe we're at the sunrise
Where doors open easily for me and these dope guys
And gals that I'm bringing with me. Delete the old files
Speak and retweet until they're bleeding from both eyes
No need to see what's being beaten to leave in the smoke, right
Hoes ride side-saddle on a one way strip
I'm whipping hard, hoping one may clip a mailbox
And make room for real women. Take two
We're still filling up a new plate and you're the steak, pops!