Lyrics:

Go, 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, 405 Friday, sound provider
Underground hit man, 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

401K 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

'I slow flows y'all to death'

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

'I slow flows y'all to death'

(Ay, light another one man)
I used to be Ice-T 'Reckless'
(Reckless)
Wild out like I'd never see breakfast

Nightmares, tyin' dream catchers
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 guest list
(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 L.A., they crazy

'I slow flows y'all to death'

When 50 roll, they say what's the MO
Another rapper was hit by Mr. Slow Flow
'By Mr. Slow Flow'
That's what they call me this year