Coming from the internet like every other fucking rapper, Queens NY was not trying to help out this old fucking cracker, all it gave was distractions, distractions i profit off, but i ain't tryna spend my whole life, making 10 out of 5, that ain't for me, no not at all, So i changed lanes from the same thing, to the sane thing, but the insane thing is now i make cha-ching, almost maintain, from selling production to the same game, some rappers fund music from selling to addicts, i'm a rapper who funds music from selling to rappers, and my tables turned when turn tables feel into Dre's hand and inspired my passion, Hip Hop, i'm passionate for it i'm Slick Ross, And not cause i'm tryna just get gwap, its how i sort out my conflicted thoughts, Freeway Rick was a hustler, Slick Rick was a poet, i'm both and i know it, and so i bestowed this, self proclaimed name that i maintain, cause i'm slicker than all that i see in this game. I'm selling these beats they the loudest, The type of shit that you will not find around this, desert land of former creativity, for a moderate price ill sell you serendipity, i got the best ability in the vet facility, cause i am that cat who will get you feeling free, Lil Jon said "don't start no shit, wont be no shit", but Slick Ross said i'm on some Gambino shit, Finna be rich like Donald, life's a bitch and i'ma glove her(Glover), Tryna get this grip like pronto, cause i am not just another cracker in your supper, Y'all helped Slim Jesus make it, don't get me wrong i ain't even hating, The point i'm tryna be illustrating is am i not also worthy of greatness? I'm an Individual, I'm an Individual, I'm an Individual, So please don't leave me in the simple zone. Please don't treat me as a criminal, cause i will not be feeling so, nice if i'm banned from the life that i picture for Mike, this is more than just physical, this shit is spiritual i feel it in my blood, y'all got me feeling like a villain on the run, cause i'm slipping on the rungs that are greased up with mediocricy, but one day ill get this village overrun, best believe we gon' take it over, your visions fucked up, i know i ain't sober, but i only smoke weed no baking soda, i go green, this planet is mine to roll up, i said hold up, who else been keeping it true since king cobra? abracadabra this cracker done sold ya, the hottest beat you ever spit 16 over, its over, you dead horses gon' make me throw up, keep on overcharging your bros bruh, your a drought and i'ma fucking supersoaker, Slicks spit costs digits with interest, y'all just some bitches on Pinterest, true story, it went over your head like its 2 stories, i try to define what is true glory as i take this chance telling you stories, hoping they don't say "Slick, you bore me, give me gun talk or keep me on my stoop snoring" i'm on the my roof like Snoopy with 2 Forty's as i drown away new hip hop cause its too boring, Lil Jon said "don't start no shit, wont be no shit", but Slick Ross said i'm on some Gambino shit, Finna be rich like Donald, life's a bitch and i'ma glove her(Glover), Tryna get this grip like pronto, cause i am not just another cracker in your supper, Y'all helped Slim Jesus make it, don't get me wrong i ain't even hating, The point i'm tryna be illustrating is am i not also worthy of greatness? I'm an Individual, I'm an Individual, I'm an Individual, So please don't leave me in the simple zone.

He who is the martyr has risen seven feet taller, than the grave he dug himself in the wake of all this horror, he called me on the 7th day, so i ride for him like a Chevrolet, cause i'm down like souped up suspensions for my fellow travelers to heavens gate, i levitate between the kinship of yesterday, and the foreshadowed moments that set the stage for this mess you made, in which 'i am' what i'm not your finger led the way, i am not being deceiving so please believe it, when i say i'm done with your confession booth, your preaching was misleading, in fact, i am not being deceiving in general, but i'm being painted as general of Satan's army on our messy road, you know which road, this ones massive no one outside understands it, which is why you done took advantage, and camouflaged it into your own bandage for your self inflicted wounds, you write up public passage and pass it off like its the truth, but your scriptures are ambiguous on purpose just fit the script, of any current narrative to save your grace from sins within. They say that cleanliness is right up there with godliness, but gods hand are drenched in blood from all the politics, they say were heathens, the worlds bleeding cause we don't honor him, and yet their form of 'honor' is thermite pools and impoverished kids? Who's the martyr? The ones who takes Sunday School attendance or the brown kid who's starving? The stone in which you carved your rules upon, is ruled upon by the mass of open hearts that are drowning in your pond, the only thing that kept them afloat was the message you wrote, but once proven falsified you let it all go, the sick sing songs of paradise up in the afterlife, in an attempt to appear less zombie like they proceed to give sermons and grab the mic, a satellite isn't half as high as the self appointed podium you bastardized, and now all that's left in the wake is awake individuals uniting in a separatist state, there is real treasure at stake, but your maps meant to decay, because you never went straight, deny redemption and pay, despite the fact that your evidence lacks a substantial approach to consider it facts, oh look, a blast from the past of your blasphemous past, so what can you say about that? im done with it, i said fuck this shit, you take the holy truth and you front flip it, everybody mad because son's sinning, but when the "sun"'s sinning you just run with it.. They say that cleanliness is right up there with godliness, but gods hand are drenched in blood from all the politics, they say were heathens, the worlds bleeding cause we don't honor him, and yet their form of 'honor' is thermite pools and impoverished kids? Who's the martyr? The ones who takes Sunday school attendance or the brown kid who's starving?

I see that warning sign, its right up in your eyes, and we're just talking on the phone, but we both know i'm right, you ask me how i'm doin, i say i'm fine over here, one thing about us both, we don't say shit, but that don't mean that we don't care, so we just chop it up we talk about our current struggles, which is an issue in itself but the real issue ends up subconsciously muzzled, thus protecting ourselves from a world that tends to be cold as fuck, it's hard enough to make it through the day let alone open up, so we just carry on, calloused souls with manic goals, i wish you could see that opening up and helping yourself is half the road, i understand your pain, and i cant criticize it, and i'm sure you know it wont go away if you hypnotize it, or if you sedate it, we both love our medication, we're both patients in deaths waiting room not sure why where still waiting, the doctors room is vacant, yet were still hesitating, because we know it's wrong, we know were strong, we want to make it, so we just tiptoe on top of the ever thinning line, afraid to fall so we just tell ourselves 'one day at a time, but whats one day at a time, when the ones that you love aren't saying a line, ill take it as a warning if you dont reply, ...ill take it as a warning if you dont reply. I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line, I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line. I hope you find your slice of paradise within this life, i hope you stop working jobs for which you're overqualified, i know you're like a soldier, and soldiers carry on, but even soldiers don't walk roads with all that baggage on, the ground you're standing on, it probably feels like quicksand, and i understand every now and then we all use crutches and kickstands, but when you outsource inner strength, that inner strength unbuckles, and you'll need whats left inside for when the family is in trouble, i don't mean disrespect, pardon me for a sec, just grin and bear it with me, if you're looking for the answer, you wont find it anywhere at Richie's, i'd say i don't mean to bring this up, but truthfully this is usually what i'm thinking of, when my girl ask(s) me whats wrong and i just make shit up, i act like its all gravy, guess i know where i got it from, but i still make my own choices, i wont be limited to what i'm a product of, and what i'm a product of is not talking to one another, but not talking is what recently happened to my uncle, your brother. ...ill take it as a warning if you don't reply. I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line, I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line.

Without you my days are dark and my nights are even darker, and this time I don't mean Mary Jane, cause I ain't Peter Parker, I've come to find out who i really was all along, and that's someone who was meant to hold you down while you hold me in your arms, C'mon, You're always there for me, like no one else, you're good for soul but I'll admit that you're bad for my health, Cause you're changing me into a better person than I was mean to, Be, I was just gonna be me, But now I'm me plus ten percent since I met you, All my friends are on me, like "this ain't the Ross we excepted all see" I'm rejuvenated cause your too amazing, this chance with you I'd be a fool to waste it, This is far beyond anything basic, Life's advice to me is your hand, and I'll take it And now we're climbing up, And now we're climbing up, And now we're so far above, Anyone who has ever only faked love. You're the only one I see, there is no one else for me apparently, I'll hold you down for life, And that's a titanium tuck guarantee, I've never seen your type of cute, Even when we fight your cute, I'd give up being Mike for you, But you wouldn't ask that of I, Cause you, You're always there for me, like no one else, you're good for soul but I'll admit that you're bad for my health, Cause you're changing me into a better person than I was mean to, Be, I was just gonna be me, But now I'm me plus ten percent since I met you, All my friends are on me, like "this ain't the Ross we excepted all see" I'm rejuvenated cause your too amazing, this chance with you I'd be a fool to waste it, This is far beyond anything basic, Life's advice to me is your hand, and I'll take it And now we're climbing up, And now we're climbing up, And now we're so far above, Anyone who has ever only faked love.

These artists are so obsessed with being a Label's 'teachers pet', Every single album is drawn out, its strategically set, I thought Hip Hop was for y'all the ones who bump in your cars, Just in case you ain't feeling repped, this albums for the internet, for the internet, this albums for the internet, for the internet, cause Slick Ross ain't no teachers pet, I gotta compensate myself so all this music ain't for free, but ill be damned charging $20 for a damn CD. I'm an anomaly, the product of a lobotomy, in the sense of Hip Hop's psychology, cause id rather be a proper me, that's right i do myself, i'm tryna scoop some wealth, but ill only charge a fair price because i see through the shelves, i'm worth more than a product, you deserve more than a consumers hell, These artists are so obsessed with being a Label's 'teachers pet', Every single album is drawn out, its strategically set, I thought Hip Hop was for y'all the ones who bump in your cars, Just in case you ain't feeling repped, this albums for the internet, for the internet, this albums for the internet, for the internet, cause Slick Ross ain't no teachers pet, I gotta compensate myself so all this music ain't for free, but ill be damned charging $20 for a damn CD. I may be traditional capitalist, but i'm no totalitarianist, together we sail in this Orwellian ship, were that powers that be say Yung Thug is the shit, is that for real, is he the new annunciation, for the thoughts of this generation? Well than i say, what a thoughtless generation That's a problem i guess i should go and save it, These artists are so obsessed with being a Label's 'teachers pet', Every single album is drawn out, its strategically set, I thought Hip Hop was for y'all the ones who bump in your cars, Just in case you ain't feeling repped, this albums for the internet, for the internet, this albums for the internet, for the internet, cause Slick Ross ain't no teachers pet, I gotta compensate myself so all this music ain't for free, but ill be damned charging $20 for a damn CD. "i'm swaggin' got that money, and i got yo bitch she so moist" that's rap nowadays its an un-sharpened pencil, there's no point, They say their flow is Propane, but i think that they mean "Pro Pain" cause they kill themselves and those who hear, in this monetized audio dope game, i swear its almost all the same, nowadays you wont learn a thing, how about instead of instilling a hustle mentality, instead of teaching "that's all me", lets talk about the criminal justice system, or the story of Black Wall Street, These artists are so obsessed with being a Label's 'teachers pet', Every single album is drawn out, its strategically set, I thought Hip Hop was for y'all the ones who bump in your cars, Just in case you ain't feeling repped, this albums for the internet, for the internet, this albums for the internet, for the internet, cause Slick Ross ain't no teachers pet, I gotta compensate myself so all this music ain't for free, but ill be damned charging $20 for a damn CD. You trust in all these hustle gods, I swear your trust it is misplaced, Trust should be an eraser, it should get smaller with each mistake, i'd say I'm hip hop atheist, but "Rap God" refreshed a breathe in me, But there should be more the one artist spitting truth, in the present scene, Y'all stay reppin' faker shit, you cats lose in the sense of speech, me I'm reppin' Jadakiss, Papoose, Immortal Technique. These artists are so obsessed with being a Label's 'teachers pet', Every single album is drawn out, its strategically set, I thought Hip Hop was for y'all the ones who bump in your cars, Just in case you ain't feeling repped, this albums for the internet, for the internet, this albums for the internet, for the internet, cause Slick Ross ain't no teachers pet, I gotta compensate myself so all this music ain't for free, but ill be damned charging $20 for a damn CD.

One day i kicked a pebble in the road, just to see where it goes, i figure it'll lose its energy eventually and stop to roll, the decade was the 90's my house was playing Rock & Roll, but i caught DMX on TRL and listened to him flow, now granted, i was too young to fully understand it, the black american struggle through institutionalized famine, the need for getting green up on the streets, just to ensure you and your family has something warm to eat, i grew up with privileged skin, i coulda clicked on past it, with my remote control and ignored it, but i got inspired by the passion, i remember a young Michael dancing in the mirror, with a beanie and a bandanna, bobbing his head, his mom would catch him, he got embarrassed, but its nothing to be embarrassed about now, i just had to learn to say the shit out loud, call young Mike a wanksta, call em a loser, call em a wigger, i call him a youth in NYC inspired by the bigger picture, Sometimes it can be hard, trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, in this cold, conflicted world. Sometimes it can be hard, trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, in this cold, conflicted world. I see the same pebble in the road the year is 2004, the pebble is now a rock, i'm surprised it kept its roll, playing at punk shows with my down for life bros, except that one hoe who hits hoes, moment of silence for unrecognized victims, in a world where the TV tells you that's just how shit gets done, i see through the cliches in this sitcom world replays, but id be lying if i said i wasn't still waiting to see me play, up on that big screen, now the years 2010 i'm underground near top of a big scene, but crunkcore was taking me nowhere, a dropout who gave up his life for music, and i'm pulling out my own hair, but low and behold a few years later i'm making paper, producing for a bunch of minors and a couple majors, i'm thinking its looking up but bills, they ain't saying such, my rock turned into a boulder, my right shoulder is now crushed, Sometimes it can be hard, trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, in this cold, conflicted world. Sometimes it can be hard, trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, in this cold, conflicted world. One day i kicked a half of a pebble in the road, it was 1996, the year of the blizzard of 96', Joey, Ace, & Mikey was the clique, never thought id kick-flip when i couldn't even Ollie, i still keep that in my mind when hard times try to haunt me, when hard times try to haunt me, when hard times try to haunt me, when hard times try to haunt me, i wont let my past mistakes cost me, back when i was decked out in safety pins chillin with Adrienne, i never that i would potentially one day be Slick, i'm an Atheist, don't believe in shit nowadays but money, and we all know that moneys godless but still sip Satanic honey, in other words, these hard times still try to haunt me, these hard times still try to haunt me, these hard times still try to haunt me, but i just think of my kick-flips and what giving up my life would cost me, Sometimes it can be hard, trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, in this cold, conflicted world. Sometimes it can be hard, trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, in this cold, conflicted world.