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lirik lagu take it slow – jim brown

[hook: john legend]
we’re just ordinary people
we don’t know which way to go
cause we’re ordinary people
maybe we should take it slow
take it slow, oh oh, this time we’ll take it slow
take it slow, oh oh, this time we’ll take it slow

[verse 1: trademarc]
i tear up any track, front to back
like roy jones takin on fifty year-old cats
makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft sh-t
like whispers and gloves, i’m not hearin that
it’s all love maybe if you wanna rub baby
anything but that, step back lady
trademarc, john cena, clubbin it up
we got chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up
i’m all about laid back, don’t jock, i hate that
i see through haters games, don’t mistake that
i still got love if you buyin our sh-t
if you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our d-cks
everybody hear the name, marc predka
it’s gonna ring like an echo for years, i never left ya
all y’all raise your gl-ss to this sh-t
cause trademarc’s the head of the cl-ss of misfits
i move a crowd like a bomb scare
grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear
some say trademarc, he ain’t all there
we old school like when sonny, was on cher

[verse 2: john cena]
we steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back
chop down compet-tion like i was a lumberjack
clear out the club floor, we keep ’em comin back
tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
yeah – and we blaze ’em baby
trademarc, john cena, we amazin baby
yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherf-cker worn
y’all are just soft like some cinemax p-rn
we came to kick the door down, it’s time to hit the floor now
yo… we got some sh-t in store now
so; clap your hands while we let the sax blow
not quite crispy green, but we came to stack dough
we ain’t maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
bills made of spandex, i still keep my money tight
never stoppin, all i see is the money like
the kid on the mic is too +raw+ for your monday night
if you got in free, or your f-ckin cover’s paid
bounce to this motherf-cker like you was some rubbermaid
this ain’t that cristal sippin type sh-t
it’s that bottle breakin, startin riot type sh-t

[verse 3: joe budden]
wanna play the hood and not f-ck with the toasters
middle child, wish me and my brother was closer
i wanna scream at her, catch myself before i start to
and then remember it takes two people to argue
all she do is provoke me, all i do is diss her
all i did was shake her, she say that i hit her
she just takin’ everythin’ i say out of context
i’m tryin’ not to black, i’m like a n-gga with a complex
was mad as a f-ck, didn’t even show it
yesterday was better off, didn’t even know it
complete role reversal so it’s useless these days
tv got real, music went fake, please help her for god’s sake
when i proposed to the game i figured life was merry
five years later i’m feelin’ like tyler perry
maybe i’m exhausted, maybe i just lost it
maybe i should pick up a pen and try n’ force it
same old story, guts and no glory, they tryna low ball me, do him like joe torre
i reintroduced myself to the world: i’m jerz
i’m an artist, i paint pictures, i don’t rhyme words
more than a rapper i pay attention to detail

[verse 4: joell ortiz]
add the quinine cut throw it into the grinder till it’s sand
had the bags already stamped ink drying and then bam
lil scoop and the half tape tying rubber bands
a couple hundred dollars used to make a couple grand
i was trying to step it up see this thing had other plans
i found myself wanting to bag up as much as i can
no mask on my face no gloves on my hand
used to be at that table feeling cool as a fan
smoking my cigarette sipping brew from a can
and one day i said “f-ck it!” i’m doing it man
to this day i tell myself just how stupid i am
i ran to that bathroom and threw up my ham
then my eyes got low like a dude from j-pan
the high was incredible i felt like a pimp
knew i was walking regular but it felt like a limp
but that little bag a day would no longer keep me high
i moved to the next phase i was doing 3 to 5
my nod became serious my head by my ribs
embarr-ssed to see my boys i served heads out the crib
remember like it was yesterday this custy said “joell

take it slow, oh oh, this time we’ll take it slow
take it slow, oh oh, this time we’ll take it slow

- jim brown

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