Slow Your Roll
D12 Lyrics


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[ Intro ] [ Eminem ]

Guess who, New shit!
D12 World, D-Twizzy!

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better put them brakes and let off the gas
And Slow Your Roll

[ Verse 1 ] [ Swifty ]

??? a menace to many, I'm not friendly you get shot in da kennedy fast
You popped willingly you walkin around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you bout to watch what its fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And its not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on da spot
You cant help it but to imagine this walkin massacre
A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I cant fear any nigga that can not happen
The immaculate Mack handler
That got this wrappin by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do', blow it off the hinges
I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walkin
Cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus
So dont provoke shit, I wish the whole mankind was a neck so I can choke it,
Furocious and you aint gonna be knowin where ya folks is
F**k the milk cartons and posters its over, they ghosts

[ Verse 2 ] [ Proof ]

Niggaz is bitch instead of diggin a ditch
I'ma see how fill this river can get even bitches get hit
I'ma walk a dog on all fours embark 'em with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
You aint in my racket bitch followin faggots wit wanksta tats on their ass
Eminem: Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice ( backwards )

These thugs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll Put A Sword On Ya Head Like A Raider Cap
You bust I'm sprayin back, leave your hood layin flat
Now what you gonna say to that?

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem]

[ Verse 3 ] [ Bizarre ]

Pull upย ??? truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
F**k butter I kill the DJ
I dont need you bitch I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And f**k the viagra I'm tryna nut in two seconds
All around the world, f**k wit different cliques
You aint got no weed get the f**k out my room bitch

[ Verse 4 ] [ Kuniva ]

I'm calm but I steal on niggaz like I was Clepto
Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures
Keep them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture a chaotic comotion
Kuniva will blow shit off the map I post it
Knock you off your penny load so f**k that cold shit

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

[ Verse 5 ] [ Kon Artis ]

I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine, but you should
Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much
Start doing herion lines for as much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
Now what the f**k you gonna do to get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a shady / aftermath ring
And that kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up ...

[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]

[ Outro ] [ Kon Artis ]





Nigga you better ask somebody
These niggaz think they can just put shit out on their own, F**k 'em ..

Overall Meaning

The song Slow Your Roll by D12 featuring Eminem, was released as part of their second studio album D12 World, in 2004. The song begins with Eminem announcing the album name and his stage name, signaling the start of a fresh new sound. The chorus focuses on the idea of someone who is causing trouble without reason, and advises them to slow down and reconsider their actions before it's too late. The verses, however, are dominated by each member of the group taking turns to showcase their rapping skills and attitude. In Verse 1, Swifty describes himself as a walking massacre and a madman with a magnum. In Verse 2, Proof talks about his toughness and how he is not impressed by others. Bizarre continues to infuse humor into his verse, and Kuniva talks about his past and how he used to be involved in violent activities. Kon Artis ends the song with a scathing attack on people who just put out music without any substance.


The lyrics of Slow Your Roll are filled with references to violence, sex, and drugs, which is a hallmark of the D12 and Eminem collective. However, the underlying message to take stock of one's actions before it's too late can resonate with many listeners. The song reminds us that being reckless can have serious consequences, and that it's always better to think things through before we act. The production of the song is slick and modern, with a catchy beat that complements the lyrics well. The song ends on a strong note, with Kon Artis taking a swipe at people in the music industry who are all talk and no substance, making it a fitting end to an energetic and thought-provoking song.


Line by Line Meaning

Guess who, New shit!
Introducing a new song by D12World featuring D-Twizzy (Eminem)


You don't got a reason to want no beef
If you have no justification for starting a conflict, it's better to refrain from it


You ain't got no ends to justify the means
If you have no clear goal or objective to justify the actions you take to achieve it, you're better off not doing it


You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
If you have no strong conviction or belief that drives your actions, it's better to stop and re-evaluate your choices


You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
If you lack the courage and strength to handle the consequences of your actions or decisions, it's better not to take risks


So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
Whatever thought or idea has inflated your confidence, causing you to act recklessly or arrogantly


You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
You need to quickly reconsider your thoughts and actions before it's too late


Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
No one has informed or warned you, so it's best to seek advice or guidance before making decisions


You better put them brakes and let off the gas
You need to slow down and stop what you're doing before you cause harm to yourself or others


I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
Although I may not be mentally stable, we are solid lyricists and our music holds its ground


And its not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on da spot
It's not just about releasing albums, I have the ability to beat someone up on the spot if necessary


You cant help it but to imagine this walkin massacre
One cannot help but imagine the destructive power of this walking massacre


A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
An insane person holding a gun capable of causing a spasm or convulsion in someone's back


See I cant fear any nigga that can not happen
I am not scared of anyone who cannot pose a realistic threat to me


The immaculate Mack handler
An expert in the art of handling guns


That got this wrappin by the back of his neck
I have complete control or domination over my music


F**k the milk cartons and posters its over, they ghosts
I don't care about missing persons posters or ads, they're already dead


Niggaz is bitch instead of diggin a ditch
Some men behave like women instead of doing hard labor work


I'ma walk a dog on all fours embark 'em with long claws
I will unleash my vicious attack dogs with long, sharp claws


Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
Don't fight for a cause that's not worth fighting for, or you'll end up being humiliated by your boss wearing women's underwear


Pull upย ??? truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
Arriving in a specific type of truck and then vomiting, exploding something, and assaulting a disabled woman


F**k butter I kill the DJ
I don't care about the DJ, I'll kill him


I dont need you bitch I got a instant replay
I don't need a woman, I have an instant replay (to watch my own success)


You aint got no weed get the f**k out my room bitch
If you don't have any marijuana, get out of my room


Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Pointing a chrome gun to your head like the villain from G.I. Joe


Knock you off your penny load so f**k that cold shit
Knocking you off of whatever pedestal you're on, and not caring about that false sense of superiority


I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
Making a confident and aggressive gesture with my body while rapping


On your p's and q's people we sees to use
Be alert and careful, because we are watching you


No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
No one cares about your opinions, so now you're seeing exclusive content from us


And put it in your little magazine, but you should
We'll give you content to put in your magazine, but you should


Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Realize that publishing our content was the most desperate move you could make


Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much
Admit that you relied on us for your success, you homosexual men


Like bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses
You all are pretending to be someone you're not, like actresses pretending to win awards


45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
A powerful gun can make a body jerk around like flabby breasts


Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch
Your album is too old to matter anymore, you idiotic person


Do the math, you'll never have a shady / aftermath ring
Calculate your chances and you'll realize you'll never be in the same league as us


And that kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up
We have the support and backing to prove our greatness, so step aside


Nigga you better ask somebody
You need to ask someone who knows what's up, because you clearly don't


These niggaz think they can just put shit out on their own, F**k 'em ..
Some rappers believe they have what it takes to succeed on their own, but they will ultimately fail




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[Hook:Eminem]
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Swift)
And slow your roll

Verse 1: Swift]
Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly
You get shot in a Kennedy fashion
Pop willingly you walking around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And it's not about dropping albums, I'll sock a nigga on the spot
You can't help it but to imagine this walking massacre
A madman strapped with a Magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I can't fear any nigga that can not happen
The immaculate Mac handler
That got this wrapping by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me
Like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do'
Blow it off the hinges (nigga)
I'm marksmatic, depressed marksman outta walking
'Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your carcass
So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole
Mankind was a neck so I can choke it
Ferocious and you ain't gonna be knowing where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over, they ghosts (hey)

[Verse 2: Proof]
Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch
I'ma see how filled this river can get even bitches get hit
I'm raw dog on all fours, I'm barking with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause
Your boss with thong drawers (oh no)
You ain't in my bracket bitch, following faggots
With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya
[Eminem backwards:] Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice
These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll put a sword on ya head like a Raider cap
You bust I'm spraying back, leave your hood laying flat
Now what you gonna say to that?

[Hook: Eminem]

[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I killed the DJ
I don't need you, bitch, I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the Viagra I'm trying to nut in two seconds
All around the world, fuck wit' different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch

[Verse 4: Kuniva]
I'm calm but I steal on niggas like I was klepto
Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas, we cop figures
Keep them toast like IHOP nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a LoJack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion
Kuniva will blow shit off of the map and post it
Knock you out of your penny loafers, fuck that ho shit



All comments from YouTube:

@Exon16249

0:33 Swifty McVay
1:23 Proof
2:12 Bizarre
2:32 Kuniva
3:18 Kon Artis

@SamouelAGant

Chorus is dope. Em should have continued on this line

@shanmusic161

Golden era of Em hooks

@jeserodriguez2042

The thing with D12 nd Em is that.... they all sit in the studio... pic the beat.... nd they write together..... nd make music... that doesnt happen if u r not friends with the artist u collab with

@mr.westpark5568

Back in the day it always happend like that.

@TERRELLTURNER1999

@Dilshod ุฏูŠู„ุดูˆุฏ :|

@CallMeMicahT

Eminem has the dopest shit ever recorded stashed in his vault. And Iโ€™ll ski mask way it just to hear

@leonardodavinchii3885

Its like tryna break into area 51

@manea7074

The hard drive is in his mansion in Detroit good luck with that.

@cypressdogsy425

@Manea Al Manea no its not lol, it's in umg archive studios

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