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Slow motion - Leon Jackman

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Produced By :Leon Jackman
Mixing & Master By : Leon Jackman

Isn't shit

drown (going under)
It's coming fast speeding like sound
You ain't the flash wearing you down (can't take it)
Here come the crash staring you down
Deer in

My friend Harvey married Tracey McCall,
By Christ she was a scary old doll.
A voice out of hell and a temper to boot,
Arms like a navvy and a face

John Henry was a little child of four sitting on his loving daddy's knee. He picked up a hammer and he tossed it to the floor saying, this here

breaking the locks 
This game is in fast forward, not in slowmo 
Rotating, back and forth na parang yoyo
You gotta be quick, parang hinahabol ka ng popo

Luck of Lucien

A Tribe Called Quest

Anthology

1999

will go to jail
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail
Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails

Luck of Lucien

A Tribe Called Quest

People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm

1990

will go to jail
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail
Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails

I'll never say that I made it 
heart just upped and vacationed
All I'm left with is voice
Mayne u can check with my cadence

Stay with a hat like I'm

keep it fly, Lauren is archery
Don't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea
My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key
And then I

Bang, Bang, Bang!
Rule #1 of life! Don't Fuck with those who write songs!

113 is on fire, you lit the match and then left
I'm still watching it

the executive, silently run by the manure experiment, silently run by the liars, silently run by the master mariner, silently run by the fast cars, silently run by

State Vs Kirk Jones

The Guess Who

Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones

2000

of the dearly departed 
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to 
And the baby's mamma Sandra 
[He's a murderer! That animal

my focus will pass all the test
I have been chosen since I was a thought
And I've been molded by all of the best
I am not frozen, the water is scolding

happen if he'd growed to much
I remember, I used to tell him so.

Henry you're growing a-way to fast
Dad's got his eye on you
And Christmas day is goin'

Unencumbered
So prestigious
Call me Hugh Jackman
I'm a fucking magician
On that juxtaposition
Here's a couple million
Instead of a pigeon
Shut up and take my

lime Tell my mama need a make it

This shit is deeper than lime, need a slide, yeah
Like a snail by the fogs, like flash Tell my mama give it cash, we

Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked

You can't afford to move at a snail's pace in a world that's racing by
You're not a bad person for it, but you'll remain in the middle of the pack if

a voice rang out in the starry air
"Stand fast, young man, be brave
Far better to die 'neath an open sky
Than live like a cowering slave"
That early dawn

A montage of photographs the cutting
From photo to photo is
Pretty fast greek music is heard
Starting with: a close up of Mousebender
Who is

money fast, you movin' like a snail
All I smoke is L's, on that paper trail
Can't you tell? I got clientele on my Nextel
I don't need your help, got it

Who is seen passing by?
It's celebrity Y
On Peter Fonda's Harley
That he rides to the sea
With celebrity V

Electrical storm
And the flash

listen
I got my eyes set on some fast I'm thinking should I grab it just to drift it
What fun is it if you can't never ever say that you risked it
Don't

Get money fast while you move at a snail's pace
Except for greenbacks no love for a pale face
I get around like tires and windmills
Spit the game