#NaptownSlim on ‘Home’
Ay y’all. Yuh boy out here in this lovely backyard, appreciating nature and trees and the breeze before I ride to get this cheese; you know who it is, the magnificent Naptown Slim. I gotta touch on that ‘representing’ thang again.
Whenever you see me or say my name, you know what I represent. Make no bones about it, I am very proud of where I am from. I let em know, say my name one time. Ok, then. Indianapolis, Indiana, United States Of America.
I traveled across the country doing this music thang. I ain’t done. Everywhere I go, I tell em about Y’ALL, man. Y’all been ridin with Slim for a long time. I appreciate y’all so much, man. That’s why I say so much and work so hard. I intend to work harder too. This is just begun.
I’ve heard some people say they might think they are bigger and better than what ‘home’ has to offer. I say to those people; do your thang, get yours…yourself…elsewhere. I’d be impressed by that. People have done it. Others run off to big cities because there’s big coattails there to ride. Nah. Slim got big coattails at the crib and would rather be able to flip them joints up when I sit down at my keyboard…on some ol Bugs Bunny stuff. Ha. No backseaters necessary. The merch guy and our gear can go there.
I’m a proud dude, very proud. I had that pride smashed and it came back with a vengeance. I started building in Naptown years ago and never told anyone I would stop, in fact, quite the opposite. Now, from my being ‘me’, I’m on your TV, radio, and well, look at what you reading now. And it ain’t like I’m just jammin for Naptown, we jammin NAPTOWN for the world, b. They ARE online and they ARE checkin for us. I SEENT it.
I just wanted to let y’all know that regardless of where I go on the planet and in life, I ain’t ever forgettin where I came from and I’m always representin y’all. That’s it, man. I’m just happy this is my home.
Right on, Indianapolis. Y’all have been really good to me. Thank you.
Another funky, cold blooded Naptown Slim production, as real as ever.
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#NaptownSlim on ‘Fake People’ and ‘suckas claimin’
What’s happenin, y’all? It’s your boy, The Tinkerer, Lazarus, The Thin Beige Duke, Russ, and all that…Naptown Slim. It’s Friday and we’re all about to eat big barbecue with family and friends and have great times, but I gotta speak on some real sucka shit that has irked me for a while.
I don’t like suckas claiming me in any way, shape, form, or fashion. If you ain’t ridin with Slim, ride out. Don’t try to claim me if you ain’t really down. I’ve been through that.
I can’t stand for a sucka to try to stay connected to me once they let me know they don’t feel me AT ALL. Man, I let go of identifiers and things that have been connected to me my whole life just to get away from some of these people. I be reinventing, but I’m still me…and I know who I am at my core.
If you told me, “I do NOT ride with you. I do NOT like what you do. I do NOT appreciate the work you put in.” then I see you trying to get in touch with me about all these things, that makes you FAKE. You FAKE as hell. Slim cannot mess with you, AT ALL. Don’t bother.
Why are you checking for me after you go outta your way to tell me how much you HATE what I do? Don’t be checking my music, acting like you looking for sample sources, like you produce or sumn. Like you want some pointers….nah. That ain’t what you want.
Listen, you wanna talk to Slim because I’m dynamic…you know it and I do too. You want conversation because ain’t nobody checking for you…AT ALL. Check your stats. A cursory glance at your stats should tell you the difference between you and me.
We ain’t even gonna get into what I know about y’all…cuz then…it might get REALLY REAL. People know now that I got my mind right I have no reason to hold my tongue.
You can stop reading whenever you want to if your face is getting hot, makes no difference to me. Slim is the blade and it cuts straight through, if you feel it in your gut, then I’m talking to you.
Oh, you didn’t forget that I make this stuff rhyme…very easily, did you? You couldn’t have, cuz you been checking for the very music you hated so very much. You hear me…and you can’t even show your face to your own people because you know how fake you are.
I can’t stand fake people claiming any kinda connection to me. I need that to stop. Again, check the stats, not even the ones online; check the stats that you KNOW are real in your heart….
I’m a good person.
I’m real, I have no reason to fake anything.
My people know it…and so do yours.
I refuse to bear any shame for a sucka that wanna claim me. Their true sucka ways will always show through. I don’t hafta tell anyone how fake they are because it’s obvious to anyone who encounters them…but when you out here claiming to be down with Slim, by proxy, know this; you ain’t. If you ain’t been here for the bad times or were the cause of the bad times, please stay all the way from me and everything I’m about. You find a way to keep my name in your mouth and the consciousness of others (and yourself) and STILL ain’t nobody checking for you.
Wow. You are so dull, you can’t even get this peripheral shine. You know Slim is out here shining, man. You still tryna hold on to some piece of Slim? Why?
All you ever wanted to do was talk about how Slim wasn’t doing NOTHING, Slim was out here LOSING, Slim music ain’t JACK. All I’ve ever done is disprove you and your ilk.
I ain’t Drake, but I also ain’t fake. I have never purported to be down with something I wasn’t or put on fronts to be in the mix. These busters wanna be the life of the party, but have no real lives. You can’t be the center of attention, if you ain’t got nothing to say, fool.
Slim has ALWAYS had something to say, was shutting up for the longest, and STILL managed to be the life of the party. Know why? Cuz I live a real life and it’s real interesting and you ain’t wanted to do nothing for the longest but sit on your ass and wait for someone like Slim to shine so you could bask in the afterglow. You a coat-tailing chump. A passenger. A back-seat passenger, at that. You don’t have the power to steer or push the gas and have no control over when the ride stops. You just there…
In summation, I do NOT ride with ANYONE fake that changes up their steeze according to the crowd they’re around and those people that are claiming I do, in any kinda way, need to stop.
That’s just real.
Another funky, cold-blooded Naptown Slim Production. Stay real, cuz once you show you’re fake, that’s all you’ll ever be.
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