"You see, what you mistake for madness is just
over acuteness of the senses And now it came to my
ears a low, dull sound, Such as a watch makes when
wrapped in cotton, I knew that sound too. It was
the beating of the old man's heart."

Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers just have
no kind of heart, man. Serious man, motherfuckers
man, these motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers
have no self respect. don't wanna pay no dues,
just wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow.. And
then to top it off, these motherfuckers, they
don't have no heart to their music, you know what
I mean? Sound like little girls and shit..

If you respect yourself Repeat 5x

Slug
Do you-- Now, it's started off rather basic, Just
some small scale dabblin' confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow to this full time user Never
figured that I was a winner or a loser only did
the due to have fun And only got with a crew
because it seemed natural to have one Capture the
life in the form of the grip around the mic hold
it Right like a love hold it tight the plight
fortifies my Existence reinforces my position in
this course that I'm sticking to my path now I can
see it all laid out in my past while trying to
catch what it's about in my last breath Pull the
toxins in, and I bet death's about to box me in,
but before this bitch comes to get some, I'mma do
my job on this m-i-c, and feed you a thick one

Chorus: Slug (Repeat 3x)
You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't
mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and
I'm knowing better

Slug
Let a, pissed rapper step to this captain and get
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Now, I'm about to put a (Slug) in Show
business and if everything goes right, I'm leaving
no witness I hold this inside the chest, so big it
hardly fits it trips between a true fan of party
Shit, quick to lace the track with substance for
all the young guns that's really listening At the
functions so you can love it or leave it, fuck it
or keep it, either way I'll be here trudging
through the deep shit I've done well over hundred
cuts and gotten the feed back of love From some of
the ones I've touched and thus, I'm not quitting
never stop rippin' you gotta be kiddin' shit he's
on a mission is it possible the mics got my soul?
I'll make them all say "Ho!" and Rhymesayers Rock
the show let 'em know that it's more then a career
goal Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo!

Chorus: Slug (Repeat 3x)
You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't
mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and
I'm knowing better

Slug
Let a, piss rapper step to this captain get up off
your head kid I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefner emcees
please excuse the "Q's" and "P's" but I grew up on
BDP, EPMD, Run-DMCs I don't believe you should
hold a mic and I rolled up with a bus full of friends
that think alike I'm having a hard time trying to
keep it simple just for the fuckers that don't
seem to read between the ripples it's all nipples
and clits in this rap shit, catch a licking if you
lay back passive bastard it's like that y'all,
it's like that y'all, art imitates life than most
of it it's wack y'all You gotta learn how to read
the info the individual provides they probably
won't dig me 'till I've died

Die.. Repeat 9x Dead, ha..