Multiples

"Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tune That we had a lot of requests for..." I never gave props to emcees who don't deserve it Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it Never had I thought life was gonna be perfect Never hit the chicks unless I have a jimmy hat Never leave the crib unless I have my shit intact Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat Best believe that, never will the Spawn come wack Never went to court, never had to serve trial Never went to jail, had no records on file Never disrespect, never treat my friends wild 'Cause I never had real friends till now So this goes to those Who be supporting at the shows And this goes to those Who's always working on they flows And this goes to those Who use music intake to escape Findin' love and happiness inside a mixtape And this goes to those Who's criticism is constructive And this goes to those Who lyrically we just can't f*ck with And this goes to those Who's love is so strong you can shut your eyes And see them when you listenin' to they songs This goes to those Who eat and sleep with turntables This goes to those Who say f*ck the major lables And this goes to those Who unsigned and dead broke Can still make a name before they even make a demo This goes to those Who keep the freight trains lit up And this goes to those Who roam the night just to get up And this goes to those Who tag and paint walls with aerosol Lost city from Minneapolis to St. Paul This goes to those Who flip the be boy acrobatics And this goes to those Who put the ball in the baskets This goes to those A few who listen to the lyrics 'Cause this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere shit Its like that shit Its like this shit True heads are the real music critics Was always better with flows, Then I was with shoulder pose But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple Anxiety: Thats my new drug of choice Society: Where you go when you loose your voice Rivalry: Stems from the shit you man's selling me, Don't lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy Observation: Thats my tactic to complain Conversation: Distract you while I pick your brain Atmosphere: Up there lyrical unit That leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch Nonetheless: Thats how I often change the subject Second guess: Thats what they all do to Slug's shit Ironic: Most kids pale in comparison The mind phonics, so comes the hail of some embarrassment Rollercoaster: A metaphor for my delivery Overdose: Results of having battle tendencies Activated: Everytime its my turn to rip, The masturbated means that you finally came to grip So reality must mean, Guns, bitches, and weed Cuz salary is what comes from: Guns, bitches, and weed Integrity, means you're in pain 'cause you're in love Collectively means that none of y'all could f*ck with Slug Its like that, never the wack, an actual fact Its like act transglobal and local so hold me back Its like damn agelesstensenesswandering Its a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to Its like that shit Its like this shit True heads are the real music critics Was always better with flows, Then I was with shoulder pose But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple "Right now" scratched