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[fresh prince]
For years i have been waitin and hesitatin to make a
Rap record that had the pace of a
Slow song quiet storm chillin while the fire is warm
You and your girl with this record on
Your radio or stereo i don't know
I love you so is what you'll be sayin while this record's playin
You reminscin and kissin your girl
Relax lay back unwind cause now is time to chill
Setting the mood, by the use of this groove
Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant, a very clever move
Because the bassline, combined with the fresh rhyme
At a slow tempo enticed passion to grow
But if it's not passion, for which you search
Then use the song as a massage after a hard day's work
And if it's true that music calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and put the lions to sleep
Take a deep breath, stretch, kick off your footwear
Put on the tape of this record, but beware
Caution, warning, it's your decision
There's nothin stronger that you can buy, without prescription
It's soothing, somewhat hypnotic
A rhythmic anesthetic it's practically a narcotic
You want it? we got it -- come get it we're widdit
Because it's all at the push of a button, yo jeff, hit it!
The objective, of this musical extravaganza
Is to enlighten you, stanza by stanza
Verse after verse, have been precisely arranged
Rearranged and then changed until the best remained
The result being, this incredible song
So for at least eight hours a day, you'll have this record on
In the morning and at night in your room
And all through the afternoon, you will be
Listening, mentally rapped up in the cut
Some people will sit down and some will choose to get up
But whatever you choose, just keep your ear to the wax