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Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [Empress] (Victor Silvester) · Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [ASV/Living Era] (Victor Silvester) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Life in Slow Motion [DualDisc] (David Gray) · Slow Motion Life, Pt. 1 (Nine Days) · Phantom Phorce/Slow Life EP (Super Furry Animals) · Life in Slow Motion (David Gray) · Life in Slow Motion [Bonus Tracks] (David Gray) · Life in Slow Motion (David Gray) · Life in Slow Motion (David Gray) – and 90 other albums »


You never mix business with new friends,
All black Benz you can call me Pac Man.
Cause everybody know I gotta sack man
I got the whole hood shopping
the heat, slow down
(Ohh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets

[Snoop:]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking 
I'm
the mix
'Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, b****
We don't, never ever, talk no s***
Unless we back that s*** up, n**** you get lit

Slow
basements
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mix let the Black man talk shit
Pumpin the new sounds town to town

Who holds it down like
take the heat, slow down
(Oh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets

[Snoop]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm
Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.

Drugs, That's a life of glamour
Comes crashing on your hopes like
by piece.
New life from us, dead life not lost.
They feed to hatch the spawn,
Devour us piece by piece.
This dead life not lost.
New life from us,
jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from
nigga in Decatur
Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex with the gold
a dame I need a Snicker, 
Satisfy the Norman to the Gladys, Knight 
My glasses help me see the light, so we 
Sip the cappuccino slow 

In life, it's
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
you at, then ya ass is got

[Chorus]

[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

O ye beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms
defeated by death from a smell
Bodies lie dormant no life
Rising new souls on the lands where they fell
Demons not ready to die
Nothing to see where
your days
Sing it and have it set a nasty craze
Now I reach a state
Turn a new page
Stand by me and help I sing a song like this

Art and life, art
time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime
Like that first slow dance and that first long kiss
There ain't nothing baby
Feels something like summertime
Top down and nothin' but time
Radio's on and your by my side
Feels something like summertime

These days life
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same

[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World
"progression" where chaos rules

There is more to life than this
We are more than just this flesh
We are alive and our time has come
For a new awakening

Come
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
sing



For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old

When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold

When the new
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
Growing up on the streets of Birmingham
Where your home was pouring and your life was damned
I was a hungry black boy living with the world on my