shut out every other light I don?t wanna fight I thought it was a good omen To dream of you all night What if I?m just a slow man What if I?m just messing
번역: 안개. 느린 사람.
I was sitting back and I was thinking man I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know Seem like
sung, flung, hung into the rafters Catastrophe struck, the sound stuck, disaster plastered The aftermath a blasted buildin' still standin' Like a starved man
action, my people turning to hold a strap, man I don't give a damn, South Central and, Lookin' out for the black man, strugglin' with my brother man,
know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down Slow
cause everybodies looking [Chorus] [Verse 3] Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow Walking up out the New Peking eyes closed Took another hit from the poison mist
[buckshot] Get ready for this, stop ya pettiness Steadiness, keep the barrel aimin at the mist Un-mist the clouds, amongst the crowd Somebody put out
like moscow I hear nuttin but the music, raw fusion No mass confusion or illusion Blink blink, blink so what you sayin? I'm not playin Hey man, yo I
cola bottling Talking to a black man who he's confused We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and seditty Recognzed him as the mayor of my city Who treats young black man
for man Took her sex appeal and she taunted Twisted the brother until he did just what she wanted Disregard the laws of the other man Sacrificing the plight of the brother man
Caravan of yellow wire And crawling across the plains Rolling along in a single file Like a slow moving train It rumbled down out of the mist Into the
Big Rob, like that, Big E, like that Of course, my man M A G O O and me Timbaland Jimmy D, we out for 97E, can't forget my man Elliot Only one, check
time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist
If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower sinus flaired to the smallest odor Tried to get open but just a file folder Next man style holder, weightless
I said the morning mist is burning slow Blood on sons and brothers gonna flow Tomorrow will I live No, I just don't know I said the morning comes, we
[opens very soft and slow, to the tune of mona/she's the one] I got a date with the preacher's daughter She give me life she bring me water. Every Sunday
