Far Left

"We played the part of lovers
You gave all your love, and you made it seem right
You made me a man, oh, so young in my life"

"Why you don't know who I am?
I-I'll see you, I know exactly where you're at
That so you don't have to wonder and try to find out who I am
You will see who I am, I will tell you who I am"
"Then who are you?"

I am
The maestro that's composin' these dope jams
Got fiends tappin' they arms for that dope slam
On the low like the Witness Protection pro-gram
Cliques to guerillas with killas, let 'em ride out
Park the tank, open the latch and then I climb out
To the atmosphere so I could really find out
Who's schemin' when I walk around with the shines out

I seen 'em, pay no attention, I make boss moves
Pay kings no attention 'cause the cash rules
Kingpin, I'm in on anything that moves
It's the Anchorman, I deliver the bad news
At least a couple thousand in my pocket, no less
Can't even stop to take a breather 'cause it's no rest
Where I'm at, my position's what I know best
From California, but I represent the whole West

Uh, they like god-damn
Who gives a fuck about them blocks, you ran
How you walk around with choppers like it's I-ran
You grew up in the 'burbs, you are not the man
I was in the kitchen, pots, pans
See, I'm 'bout action, you plot, plan
Pull up to the spot, I stop, they scram
Got 'em out in Philly like ock's not playing

High definition, like Com-Cast
Left Coast District, on smash
I'm the next addition, just do the math
The only missing link to the movement was Fash'
You can tell by the bass that's A-L-C
Ask E-V, I'm on my J-O-B
So it's never a drought, fiends don't sweat
Eastside, but I represent the whole F

Product of them Grizzly City pro-jects
I get a good sleep when my soul at rest
CA but I represent the whole West
Coast to the death, fuck you expect?
It's the F

"That so you don't have to wonder and try to find out who I am
You will see who I am" "Then who are you?"

I am
Slow Flow that's controlling all these live jams
Use myself once again 'til I'm tried, and
Proved, but don't lose, he gets vio-lent
A starving student that won't move, I'm like, why not?
Go to the place then let him ride out 'til I'm high
Got my name in hall of fame, CA and I'ma ride out
Eyes open 20-20, he's a white owl

No joking, money first, I'm like a tri-band
Cell phone on the other side of your land
I'm programmed, either way I hold my own cam
And film, ain't no fucking stand, I bought my own land
Still never ran, never will, god-damn
Never gonna knock me off my throne, Plan
B is not an option, I'm a grown man
Known for moving weight, so I'm pro-grams