The second verse on Slow Flow is fire how he slips in a bunch of classics
So peep the way that I come and weed 'em out beyond a
reasonable doubt
I ain't rushin', I'm taking the scenic route
On my
paper trail to unveil and just derail all irrelevant traffic
And clear the lane and deliver that
Illmatic
While keepin' you hyper and keep you
ecstatic while I'm bringin' shyt harder
Especially when it's dark, I'm a midnight marauder
Now, baby, bye little bytch, hope
you know I'm ready to die as the best
Appreciatin' this nikka life after death
But in the meantime, while I poison you nikkas with the heat for the blocks
Scratchin' and fiendin', needing a detox
While you screaming, I'm shining, gleamin' and cleaning up the game in a mink
While I give you what's only built for Cuban link, nikkas
Incredible Hulk's
America's most wanted
Hole in the fort, documented report in the
war report
Givin' you the crack, nikka, new jacks
They need that
Carter V for the nikkas that got appetites bigger than dinosaurs
Like, every time I spit, I get rid of a few
This is
Extinction Level Event 2