Released on November 19, 2001

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[Produced by 9th Wonder]


[Intro: Phonte]

This life have a nigga hustling, man

Niggas need to slow it down, yo

Sit back just chill just relax

Speeding down the roads of life

Yo, check it


[Verse 1: Phonte]

Another day to face, I'm share cropping in the paper chase

Take a deep breath and clear my database

It's afternoon, I'm talking shit to my alarm clock

'Cause I gotta face this world of capitalistic onslaught

Don't stop when I jump in the whip, trying to get it off

Beltline got me rushing like Baryshnikov

Pushing 80 miles per hour to this call center

Trying to pick up a check I only see 20 percent of

Until the weekend, it sound crazy when I'm saying it

But sleepless nights got me forgetting what day it is

Until my son, two days without speaking, looking for

Reasons to keep my head from going off the deep end

I take this shit personally, I'm making moves

But this treadmill lifestyle ain't working for me

It's from your crib to the lab to your job to make a profit

And at the day's end, still ain't got nothing accomplished

And it's just the way it's going down, but on the real, yo

I think I need to slow it down, and slow it down


[Hook: Phonte]

This joint is going too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

This really moving too fast for me

Just too fast for me and you

[Verse 2: Big Pooh & Phonte]

I try to slow it down like Brand Nubian

But hypnotic tunes like this always do me in

Got a nigga about to go and burn the road again

From first gear to fifth gear, out of control again

And that's the way we rolling in

Needed to chill and take a rest stop

'Cause my job got me slaving like I'm Dred Scott

Take a break? Nah, nigga, you betta not

'Cause that's when the respect stops

Energy drain, I need a "Blast" like Hi-Tek got

So I can grab the mic and make your heads bop

With the "microphone check, one two–it don't stop"

Out of town on a quick escape

Hoping to have a chance to slow it up and hit the brakes

And slow it down


[Hook: Phonte]

This joint is going too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

This really moving too fast for me

Just too fast for me and you

[Verse 3: Big Pooh & Phonte]

I let my life shine in between these papers lines

I write rhymes to incite minds

Spending time on this pipeline, eighty-five

North it's like mine, going eighty five to light minds

Going ninety five to take time

Spending days in the rays of the sunshine

Many days, those same rays went undefined

Now 40 East is where I go to have my best times

Three lanes, going 60, to perfect rhymes

Tre dose and master craft catch punch lines

We turning into early morning late night times

Amtrak Monday morning to come back rides

Catch a couch on the weekend, a place I rarely did sleep in

The car speaker knobs is tweaking

'Cause the way we be rocking it when joints is finished

At the speed, we be moving we could never be diminished

With my energy replenished

Write a rhyme with puns and all my similes intended

Speed out until I finish

Keep it on now –

We keep it, and keep it, and keep it on now

And keep it, and keep it, we keep it on now

We run it, we do it, we keep it on now

We do it, we did it, we keep it on now

We don't stop


[Hook: Phonte]

This joint is going too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

This really moving too fast for me

Just too fast for me and you

This joint is going too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

Just too fast for me

This really moving too fast for me

Just too fast for me and you