Slow Down Son!! Your Killing Them!!

*I’ve Got The Speed You Need*

They told me to slow down son!! your killing them!! “said I couldn’t stand the heat” like that joint I heard on Kiss 104 in Atlanta by Loose Ends…

I Told them; “they should know how Brotha O gets down.”  I’m *Moving At A High Velocity* please!! these folks will have you “Hanging On A String” by who? Loose Ends!!

Previous episodes in life? a lot of loose ends, fragments, breaks, bad breaks, setbacks!! damn!! I had to let go!! I had too much baggage..

Easy to get fragged..like it was Afghanistan / Pakistan/ Iraq / Somalia!!  but from Ferguson to Baltimore to even Charleston  they’ll get foul with ya!!  we’re all up in the spot where *Reason Gave Way To Madness*

Back with this!! I never bragged or boasted, but I got roasted by these comedians!!  some of it was personal, I told you they want me to slow down!!  some can’t catch what they can’t understand..

High Velocity with the speed you need!!  but some want to catch me out there by the border like David Sweat up in New York!! they want me to take it down a thousand..

True indeed!!  some will cry something something / something something  *just ain’t right* like Keith Sweat!! reality will house them…

Blue collar style work is put in!!! we break out in a Cold Sweat like James Brown!! now the Hot Message is delivered;  we’re *All Up In The House Again*

Once chilling up on Mars, but aliens  aroused me!! now It’s On / Once Again, we had to leave the Red Planet!! .

Mystic Voyages were taken, now I’m back  down on earth with this BreakBeat Science business after the mothership landed..

Back down to earth!! we’re moving at a high velocity!! jokers moving in slow motion were shouting slow down son!! your killing them!!

Like Rare Earth I told them to Get Ready!! I was actually trying to help the massive, I’m at the service desk returning bogus merchandise, plus throwing in these bad hands gamblers out for a fast buck were dealing them!!

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That’s Where They Lost Me PT.8 (Now I’m Holding On)

*I hear chain saws underneath this limb I’m holding on*

Hanging On A String, like that joint from Loose Ends I heard on KISS 104 here in Atlanta…

Hanging On A Limb!!  Morris Day and The Time’s Oaktree? I hear buzz saws!! is this the end for a brotha??

Once hanging out with them or those players that played on, but this is where they lost me; a hater even  plans to call the search off!!  Lord Have Mercy!!!!

Just Trying To Hold On!!  just trying to maintain!!  like Obama with his trade bill I’m trying to find somebody to work with me…

What’s really going on? I heard the belligerence  as the South debates the Confederate flag, but some are sold on it due to heritage; so who will inherit the throne??

Intergalactic Drama  , local, national, international; on all fronts? another fronts, they were agents of the Federation!!  meanwhile I search for the perfect beat like Afrika Bambaataa and the Soul Sonic Force; adjusting bass, treble and tone…

Mathematics are dropped by my alter ego known as O-Zone;  just trying to hold on, but it’s getting rough…

Fanatics  flip flopped up in the spot like Republican presidential candidates!!  that’s where they lost me!! I left that spot loaded with punishment glutttons who can’t get enough…

They Can’t Get Enough Of That Funky Stuff per Kool and The Gang, but jokers were faking the funk!! they press buttons and turn dials…*Scheduling The Pain and Pleasure of life*

The Suburban with blacked out windows rolls up; you’ll get gaffled, but misery loves company;  in your back goes the knife…

Who hacked out windows?  I was dealing with technical difficulties!! now I’m peeping game like  peeping through blinds and windows like Malcolm X...

I’m holding on!! some lost me by operating *Shady Like Grady* who’s realizing the sport is complex?