Artist: Kool Rock Jay Album: Street Life EP Song: Mr. Slow Flow Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Kool Rock Jay ] Mr. Slow Flow is back again So telephone - but then again tell a friend You suckers better hold your ground when I come around Cause pound for pound I beat the perpetrators down I house the mic and I mash like Scarface I'm treated like a criminal because I got a dark face But I ain't trippin on that other color I make peace with the brother and chill with the other So drop the AK's, nines and the 12-gauge So we can get busy on the flow and on the stage So back to my program, on which I am 'Bout to slam another dope jam Last time around the sound wasn't profound But this time around I got 'em all spellbound And you know me, the MC, not the wanna-be I drop the serious beat and make it funky, G (Mr. Slow Flow) I'm Mr. Slow Flow [ VERSE 2: Kool Rock Jay ] I held on to the beat and made it slam real well Grabbed the mic and just told my tale You know I made the beat deep to slam on any street Section or corner, baby, I'm all on ya See what I'm sayin what I'm sayin because it's sayable And don't front because it's radio-playable Bust the motion, it's smoother than lotion Cause I rock rhymes that go deeper than an ocean And baby, I love your Guess jeans It seems so supreme on young African queens Check the kicks of the bass I start to kick And when I start to kick my brothers start to trip Because they know the Rock Jay slows flow So when it comes to grabbin a mic I'm a straight pro That's how it is, G, that's how it goes And I roll a rhyme like brand new Vogues (Mr. Slow Flow) I'm Mr. Slow Flow [ VERSE 3: Kool Rock Jay ] You know it's on - like a pair of Nike sneakers And kicked in with the big boom speakers No need to act up cause I'm about to jack up Those who oppose and make 'em run like panty hose Smoothin as groovin with the smoothin you better bust Cause I rush and crush you MC's to dust So turn up the bass and kick up the treble'n I'm not an angel, I'm a red hot devil in Disguise and realizin just what's happenin Nothin goin on but some super dope rappin Kool Rock the roller, sip on Coca-Cola The dead pres-folder and super mic holder I'm hard as the concrete, suckers are obsolete Those who try to rhyme against the Rock get beat I'm usually stylin, wildin and profilin Peace - I'm 5000