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Slow Man's Rap

This here brois the Slow Man's Rap.
This slow man knows where it's at.
I'm never condescending. I'm always offending.
But being what I am is a job that's never ending.
I got my ways. I got my days, when people of 
different shades look at me in strange ways.

I don't care. I have no fear.

Didn't cause no one's troubles. 
I got my own. I just do my thing.
Then I go home.
So don't blame me, if you don't feel free, and 
why don't you just let me....go to sleep.

This here slow man treats life like toy.
Don't believe in sorrow. I believe in joy.  
Don't believe in fighting.  I believe in rhyming. 
And making the best of my too short timing.
Cause my bomb will blow, when my fuse burns low, 
and life's got to move. Not fast, but slow.  

Feeling fine, feeling free, feeling fun...
under the sun.

I've paid my dues and and sang my blues.
Now it's time to put on my walking shoes.
The thing is here, the thing is back.
The thing is coming at you with the master rap.

I got women on the left.
I got women on the right
I got work in the middle.
And this is my wife.

I'm one slow Joe, but a lot is what I know.
And I can't speak jive but, I know I'm alive.
I'm up and down, and all around.
Don't act like a clown, cause I rock this town.

I'm flying like a bird.
I am the word.

Now that I've bored you with my name.
And my stupid little game.
It's time that everyone go insane.

So, have a good time. On the party line.
Where the fun is so fine.
And laid on the line.

Enough with the rapping.
Let's see some hands start clapping.
Some feet start stamping, and 
lot's of dancing.

Or whatever
Or whatever
Or whatever


Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit it

Get with it.
Get with it. 

Women so fine.
A bottle of wine.
A real good time.
I ran out of lines.

Moving my feet, to the master beat.
Looking nice and looking neat.

Move your feet
Move your feet.
Move, move those feet.

Hit it.

One last time.
One last time.
One last time.


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  1. Date: 9/7/2013 10:26:00 AM
    I love the musicality and rhythm of this one.