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letra de slow motion - tha god fahim

[intro: sample & tha god fahim]
it makes me mad

“it” doesn’t make you mad, you make you mad

i come from a biased family, but i was different. i put all my faith and my hopes into the civil rights movement – i left home and i marched – and for what? so they can ride around in their suvs, blasting that rap sh-t? and you can’t say anything because they might have guns?

wait a f-ckin’ minute, who’s “they”?

if the shoe fits…!

this is f-ckin’ priceless

okay, let’s not time travel here, let’s try to stay in the present

yo, it’s tha-motherf-ckin’-god, man
care nothin’ about none of you rap n-ggas man, i swear, n-gga
nah’mean? some real sh-t – i don’t listen to none of y’all sh-t
check it

[chorus]
sometimes i look out and stare at the ocean
i’m slippin’, fallin’ as a result of the potion
my n-ggas die every week in slow motion
hopin’ they can see another day, floatin’
it’s slow motion when you move the rock
it’s slow motion when you movin’ the pot
it’s slow motion after the cops raid the spot
and you left in a cage so your brain’ll rot
[verse 1]
the justice system ain’t meant to settle the score
what’s the best weapon, is it the mind or the sword?
n-ggas swear they right hand on they man
when they get caught in a jam, all over lettin’ a gun go blam
it’s slow motion, so i’m doin’ more gun-totin’
and less boastin’, a lil’ more ice pokin’
leave you broken, throat open
bit the fruit from a serpent, wash my hands with the devil’s blood
i show no remorse, so you think the metal does?
everybody looks soft when they sore from a slug
and rolled over, brains blown out, in slow coma
what’s the money amount? n-gga, it’s all closure

[verse 2]
it’s tha god comin’ back with intelligent street raps
with no rap sheet, my heat clap
so peep raps at its finest; your highness
sh-t is timeless, legendary wherever i roam
i rhyme and spit gems like sierra leone
you book my show and watch me break seventy bones
i’m at the top tier, ’cause it’s easy to aim shots there
[?] homie, i got them twin glock pairs
ain’t no escapin’ father’s hands of time
my raps iller than the thoughts in lucifer mind
my ideas bigger than amber rose behind
the spell that they impose the mind
got me thinkin’ of felony crimes, i had to let go
some sh-t in the past i thought was special
the technical pro – i’m out for cash if you must ask
tap the gauge on his shoulder like a bus pass
soon as he turned around, i let one blast
at close range, it’s a hateful world, so don’t play games
these auto colt pistols intend to shake your frame
i’m in my lane, ’cause most of these n-ggas not the same
motherf-cker
[chorus]
sometimes i look out and stare at the ocean
i’m slippin’, fallin’ as a result of the potion
my n-ggas die every week in slow motion
hopin’ they can see another day, floatin’
it’s slow motion when you move the rock
it’s slow motion when you movin’ the pot
it’s slow motion after the cops raid the spot
and you left in a cage so your brain’ll rot

- tha god fahim

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