Speed - Checkmark, Slaine, Termanology

My little son’s my dude, he’s only three years old

His mother look at me and wonder, will he be as bold?

Will his heart be warmer, will he be as cold?

Is his father much harder with the bleedin' soul?

A fifth of whiskey and a gun inside his vehicle

Runnin' like a breedin' bull 'till he give the weed a pull

Superman spittin' back with the speedin' bullets

High as a helicopter, fly with the smell of vodka

You hear them hammers bangin'?

Then you can tell us proper

And the dog is an alcoholic, he got his guts leakin'

He ain’t afraid of nothin' now, that’s just his nuts speakin'

That ain’t a gangsta party, homie, that’s a plush weekend

You ain’t lived the fast life, you just got a slut tweakin'

So live it that trife, revel the devil

I’m drinkin' * bottles with the pedal to the metal, come on

The speed is all we know, don’t know how to live slow

We can’t outrun the past no matter how fast we go

The future’s behind me, no way that you can find me

The speed is all we know, don’t know how to live slow

A live wire, ready to rock, ox in the pocket

Private stocked bottles, me and Eddie would talk

About the ways to get the paper, stayed evadin' the cops

Main thing we had in common was we hated our pops

One chose the fast life, one wanted to live the rap life

Readin' Native Son, inspired by Richard Wright

The other left a night, sunshinin' was his cryptonite

Driven by the cash, * * * * crack pipe

That’s life when schizophrenic minds collide

Two sides to every story, only mine’s alive

Ironic after a tidal wave of vital signs

The bad guy speakin' when the tide subsides

There’s no prize in winnin' a race against fate

When I meet the maker I wanna spit in his face

They say the good die young, I’ll be an old disgrace

I see my brother in an urn and I should be in his place, I’m fucked

I never live slowly, used to live lonely

Started chasin' that Cudi money to buy a roley

Never got a roley, but I got my homies

And two beautiful kids, I better drive slowly

Cause life ain’t fear

Speed up, too fast, you could die right there

You could get the electric chair and get fried right there

Get shot up, and get dreams and have nightmares

Best prepare, never know when your test is near

Cause them Tecs’ll glare when them checks don’t clear

Try to keep my mind clear, but why am I here?

So many questions, I gave God a questionnaire

But if the question here is «When will I stop?»

Doin' drugs, gettin' drunk, how many pills will I pop?

How many drugs will I sell?

How many * * *?

Well, I thought I told you that we won’t stop