Blind Fury - Slow Down Ft Timbaland Lyrics

Blind Fury - Slow Down Ft Timbaland Lyrics:

Aight
You know I be tired of y'all telling me
So i'ma just do it aight

Slow down
That's what everybody be telling me
But I be telling them this is hot
Slow down
If you be hating on me because I be making money you better get your
Dough down
Fuck if you can't understand what i'm saying on this record you be playing
Slow down
I ain't 'bout to slow down I ain't 'bout to slow down nah

Fire hoe i'ma show up with the front V
On the Charlie Sheen only got 1 speed
That's go fast forward rolling good weed
In the crib and she sweating out a good weave
She know what i'm talking about 
Cause she know how them gangstas getting down in the south
To get the pizzazz up in the VIP section
Now she wanna do what i'm doing up in the session
In the studio she wanna make music
But she already be knowing i'm really gonna abuse it
And pro'ly make her stupid from all the knob that she be giving
Plus she be knowing the way the shit is really fitting
And I don't listen what she saying
All she gotta know is i'm fucking and I ain't never been
Cause everything I be getting is straight
Cause I be known for being on TV
Yeah

Slow down
That's what everybody be telling me
But I be telling them this is hot
Slow down
If you be hating on me because I be making money you better get your
Dough down
Fuck if you can't understand what i'm saying on this record you be playing
Slow down
I ain't 'bout to slow down I ain't 'bout to slow down nah

Friday night high as a kite
I'm alright fresh outta sight
Kinda like satellite dishes
Hating on me and you be swimming with the fishes
Hoes written wishes kinda like genies
On South Beach all i'm seeing is bikinis
Bitches wanna see me and fuck with Lil Stevie
They like is you the little dude that I be seeing on the TV
I'm like hell yeah then I put it in the air
They come in to the telly just to fuck with a player
All because of the name they fucking 'round with the fame
Next thing you know the bitches are giving be brain
Talking 'bout slow down i'ma speed up
Sitting on the couch and I put my feet up
Got a bad Spanish bitch rolling weed up
And I don't give a fuck and we stay G'ed up like what

Slow down
That's what everybody be telling me
But I be telling them this is hot
Slow down
If you be hating on me because I be making money you better get your
Dough down
Fuck if you can't understand what i'm saying on this record you be playing
Slow down
I ain't 'bout to slow down I ain't 'bout to slow down nah

I'm coming with the beat
And i've got another freak
She riding in the jeep
She already know that she pro'ly be on the creep
I'ma really do my thang
And I got the beat with the bang bang
You can hear the caddy swing swang
And i'm coming through sounding strange
Aw say wut
Y'all already know when i'm coming through in the truck
And I turn the beat up
Aw say wut
Let us switch up the tempo
Y'all already know who it is young Timbo
Got the 808 and the symbol
'bout to switch it and do it...

Slow down
That's what everybody be telling me
But I be telling them this is hot
Slow down
If you be hating on me because I be making money you better get your
Dough down
Fuck if you can't understand what i'm saying on this record you be playing
Slow down
I ain't 'bout to slow down I ain't 'bout to slow down nah

Slow down
Slow down slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down slow down.

Blind Fury Vs Moon: 106 & Park Freestyle Friday Final Lyrics

The much anticipated final between Blind Fury and Moon went down last night. Blind Fury was the favourite after winning the crowd over in the last few months with his versatile vocals from singing to a milli speed rapping. watch the video below.

Blind Fury Vs Moon: 106 & Park Freestyle Friday Final Lyrics:

(Round 1)

[Moon]

YAGA! Check!

Look Blind Fury knock it off

I’m the reason why you here, Artisan wasn’t prepared to knock you off

Go on back to Lugoff, we all know that you soft

For that 5k you’ll get air? like the play-off

Hoping God feel ya pain, he can’t save ya though

Ya mom feeling my swag, told her I’m a playa though

You better not see ? at my neck, wrong

Cause I can leave you neck hot like my next song

When there’s war, put a vest on

Cause if you dont, how you think you gon look when ya chest gon

When the tech goin, everybody get low

That thing live, bend backs, no limbo

Mess around and get ya ass stretched like a limo

You aint know, here it go, take it this the memo

Moon been hot ever since you had Nintendo

Make girls feel good like when its hot and the wind blow

My thoughts so incredible, your’s so simple

It’s simple, your temple the target to end you

I dont use doors, me I’m crawling through through your window

Brawling like I’m Kimbo

Sorry homie, just know, wherever I go I got money like a boat

And if it aint about money Fury I don’t wanna know

[Blind Fury]

WABADABA DABA DAA

WAAA, WAABA WABA WAWAA WAA

Shut up son! really, shut up alright!

Look, check it out, yo

If my lyrics is fist, you’ll get your face all cracked

And when I’m done, they gon put me where J Parks at

Them cats you battled are straight up wack

And this isn’t my opinion Moon, this is straight up fact

Quit all the yelling, lay down, take a nap

You gon keep jumping around and get slapped

And you really think that you failed your maths

I’mma tell you know your freestyles is trash

And I’ma get it in the bag

I’ma give you the beating your daddy never had

And while we on the subject, he up there with the angels

Your pop named you son cause he aint wanna claim you

I mean moon, I’m hotter than in June

Your ? all the cereal, wheres the milk and the spoon?

That’s right you messing with a goon

I’ma be Diddy, and you can be Loon!

Cause uh, you aint coming off of your dome

Go to Atlanta and start selling Boost phones

While I’m in the studi rapping with Jim Jones

Take that to Playing Field and keep it at home.

(Round 2)

[Blind Fury]

Yo, the level is good, everything is good

Yo, ayo

Once upon a time there was a wannabe goon

He grew up in Playing Field and his friends called him Moon

Nah, lets be honest, his friends called him Ernest

And I aint have to go to Jefferson high to learn this

The only thing we got is hunger for the bread

Keep following your idol and you gonna be ahead

And keep battling with me, you gonna end up dead

And I aint gotta yell at you, you heard what I said

And while we on the subject, do something with your breath

You rapping to the blind, you aint spitting to the the deaf

And I’ma tell you son, your raps is all soft

Like Jada I can go AHA! and walk off

You wouldn’t do nothing you wild as me

You smoked son, I got more styles than P

Yeah, And you woulda get a K.O like Ace

From all teh cats you seeing, you punched in the face

For real though, I’m a hard act to follow

I had a turkey burger, you was eating McDonalds

Homie, did you enjoy your kids meal

Now you got dissed by me, you know how it feel

[Moon]

Yo, check, your boy Moon

Call me Mr 106

Fury I will take your life than turn around and take your chick

Everything I spit is crack, you should come and get a fix

If you don’t I bet your girl will, cause she love the way I spit

From the rip you’ll get chipped if you disrespect mt team

Block Boy NEC you know we getting green

Pop mine silencer and it got a beam

Run off at the mouth, I leave your tongue up on your jeans

You a grown ass man, up here looking like you young

When you rapping move your hand, you be looking like you dumb

I’m a beast I’m a dog, yeah moving a problem

Yeah, i’m done with a mixtape, I’m working on my album

I’m the hardest rapper in this ring, yeah no arguin’

You don’t like that, goin’ make a song then

See if I dont write back, this is straight goblin

Wouldn’t wanna ? ya boy?

If he try to run, Terrence tell him I’ma follow him

Chase him through his crib, while he sleep, I be robbing him

Wake his ass up ?

(Round 3)

[Moon]

Yo, ayo

You’re know looking at a vet in his prime

Only way you’ll catch me slipping is if I’m slipping in your mom

The crowd love you, but it’s only ’cause you blind

Since you can’t see picture this up in your mind

I am in your face with your finger out

What you gon do, that is something you should think about

Terrance, I don’t play fair man, i rep like the air man

You should call me fair man the way I got him scared damn

Ya boy, moon and I’m straight outta Jers’

I dont rap Steve Norris I’m just good with words

Yeah, I spit some lyrics, when people hear it I make ‘em fear it

I got crazy swag, girls love to get appearance

Apparantely you are mad that I’m on my grind

Came home at 5 when I really had a 6 to 9

It’s time to grind even though I do that anyway

On anyday I let it rain when that semi spray

K-N-O-W-N everywhere

Name a place that aint hear about his name or his face

I be on the paper chase, grinding with the number 8

[Blind Fury]

Yeah, waddup

Enjoy yourself up here Ernest

I want yout o have a good time alright

BOOM! Look what stepped in the room

Your flow straight butt, thats why they callin’ you Moon

I’m the hardest in the whoel Platoon

And watching you rap is kinda like watching cartoons

Ernest saved Christmas, Ernest went to jail

Than Ernest dropped an album but his album didn’t sell

So anyway, thats why you gon go to the house

Keep my Twiter timeline and ya name out ya mouth

You aint know, you aint ready for the Drama

I’ll punch you in your face and I’ll put that on my momma

You better get your finger out here son

I’m a rapper and a singer, you just outta here son

And I’m number 1, flow Big like Pun

Best believe this chain feel like it’s weighing a ton

And I’m hot like Bones Brigante

And I’ma eat you up like a hero with Pastrami

You cannot follow me, I’m all in the lobby

Watch ? pay attention to Cosby’s

You kinda funny like Richard Pryor

I’ma get you fired like Donald Trump

I’ma tell you moon, you just a punk

[End]