Reflections (Interview pt. 2) Songtext
von Daily Bread & STS

Hey Slim, hey Slim
How you been? How you been?
Hey Slim, how you been?
Hey Slim, how you been?

Hey Slim, how you been?

Since the last time we talked, I see you made some new friends

Where shall we begin?
Let′s talk The Roots, and the side group you did with Black Thought
You mean the Money Making Jam Boys?
Oh yeah, we made some damn noise with that one right there
If you ain't heard it, download it then put one in the air
They say the verdict is we murder the drum, bass, and the snare
But yeah, my homie Riggs slid my stuff to Rich
Rest in peace to Rich who gave Tariq the disc
Then I would get this call around 6 o′clock


It was a Sunday, 'cause I was loading trash on the dock
Working stock at Macy's, I′m thinking this is crazy
Call my lady, told her, "Baby, I′ma be late"
Looked at my boss, told him that I quit, starting today
Straight to the studio I went that night
To write with Reek, Truck, and Dice
You know my sixteens nice, you know my sixteens heist
I rhymed after Black Thought, I wrote my sixteen twice

Oh, what a night, joined the group, tatted on my neck is proof

Got two records on that How I Got Over thanks to The Roots
But that ain't stop my troops, my crew was working Gold Rush
Hold up, that′s that project that you dropped after Illustrious
Yup, because this thing called rhyming
Seemed no different than gold mining
Blood, sweat, money, and timing that you put into
This run the risk of going broke or striking it rich

I feel like I'm Todd Hoffman off in this bitch

I feel like God′s talking often and shit

But anywho, we sampled Gotye, that blew away everybody
He hit us up on Twitter, man, that blew away everybody


And my crew, the next week or two, my mind slips me
We sampled up that record Nightcall, what up, Kavinsky?
Then Riggs got this call, they flying y'all out to Berlin
To meet with Universal, they heard y′all getting spin
Did the deal out there, swear at the same time
I got this call from the group Crookers, they out of Milan
Far beyond my wildest dreams that they would know who we are
I never thought hip-hop would even take us this far, but here we are
Fifty thousand fans screaming in the stands
My first European tour, but things don't go as I planned

I'm back in Philly cutting records with my mellow, my man
Khary Mateen with the team, we smoking on forest green
Back when Mark Vincent went by Schoolly V, yah′ mean?
He say his homie RJ got this track he want us to hop on

Remember I′m from the South, so this ain't nothing to harp on
I ain′t know who RJ was, but everybody in my clique does
And it was a hard-ass beat
That night me and Khary recorded Hate to See You Leave
Lost a deal overseas, I got back on my one-two
Still never met RJ, but that day would come too
At a show in Philly, we the opening act for Thundercat

Ben was on the woowaps and I was there to run raps
We did that, hopped off the stage, straight to the bar
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
I′m joking, we took a Uber or Lyft, I can't remember
It was packed as hell that night, Ben one was on my right
And to my left stepped a fella in a hella
Smooth fedora to correlate with the outfit
And out spits, "A good job up there"
Fuck yeah, my name′s RJ
I'm like, "RJ? RJV2? It's great to finally meet you"

We busted up for a minute, saw Thundercat ′fore he finished
He said, "I send you some beats and you handle your business"