Rex Rey - Slow Mode lyrics

[Intro] Round like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending nor beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind [Verse 1] I shatter molds when my data's thrown Contagious, I pa** it on to others Create some kind of high that doesn't ever low So if you listen to it, cool! If not, then keep it moving Cause I'm feeling good off what I do and I don't wanna ruin this mood I'm over it! I got my own pair of speakers Hitting hard enough to smoke you out from being in the room Things have changed, I still bring it in And keep a swing like I've been drinking more than what I can You, may not believe it ‘till you see me going wild That I don't make it look as though to flow is difficult to crowds true I'm lifted with the ism, quick to spot a downer Out to put their cloudy thoughts into my sky that doesn't have them Twisted, laughing at the mess, I got myself into another jam As funky as who said he's proud to be his color Take a ride with me, live emcee, drama in the wind I go by many names such as, ‘who the f** he think he is', I'm in… [Hook] Slow mode! I was racing at a fast pace. Oh! no, I was running on a wheel, like Where did this come from? There's never enough done! I must be in love again to see as clear as let it go! Let it go on anymore, who I am and what I'm not Caught in how, how much things aren't the way that I had ever thought Slow mode! I was racing at a fast pace. Oh! no, I was running on a wheel, like Where did this come from? There's never enough done! I must be in love again to see as clear as, let it go! [Verse 2] The ‘let me do my thing' material I kick is not restricted Pick another way to front. It's nothing to me when I'm lifted Another jam for underground heads is what I am The musical discoveries, I find, rewind and tell a friend to put their hands up! Don't act like they're in handcuffs and dig it! Cause there's no need to spill your guts around this blunt I've written It'll all be over soon, we're the group that's coming up But not until we make the kids who say they love us, say we s** Thanks for noticing! I'm vocal overdosing rhymes critiqued, and with plenty that I feel As much as cripples do their feet Celebrate and laugh every track, the fact we made it further To reflect on what we had to do to get to where were at Taking the motivation from a show when only few were there to see us Yeah, you best believe it keeps me in the lab. This is how I live: Open arms, paradise in every song, with the ease of a tropical beach On microphones, higher than I've ever gone, feet in the sand As if the summer breeze wants me to know that it's there. I'm in… [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm fun loving, underneath the creature stirring from the hurdles And turning the world into a track and field without a break When you're without a deal, you have to grind it out and keep promoting Undiscovered's been too much for me to take! It's as if I'm pushing bu*tons like a drum machine on ones I've never met Who hear me rhyme and size me up with budgets that they're working with And what I've been through is no comparison to overcoming What it would have done, unless I hadn't let it take me under Don't even try to guilt trip, I was born and raised Catholic; That's turning people into things that no one had imagined Could use a raise! Either way, another cla**ic album Has a margarita taste while on vacation, type of power Rock on! To the beat box boogie to drop, whether Hip Hop's ready or not! You can get back to me! I'm hot, and I mean that fully, no hurry Cause it won't stop me from the top. I'll survive and blow up the spot With a rhyme I'm holding, that's in control of your motor a lot The engine revving, as if it wants to be competitive Isn't the only way that I can ride an instrumental that knocks; ‘Till it lifts your feet out from your socks, and your breathing patterns are like Fleeing the scene from the cops! I'm getting props forever The record stores don't have us in stock, but you can hear us down the street From the cars on your block, while in… [Hook]