VERSE 1:
F# - C# - B
F# - C# - B
D# – C# - B
F# - C# - B
Whoa-now, Slow down,
Let me kick you something I just wrote down.
I was sittin’, thinkin’.
Eatin’ some chicken.
Rhymes were flippin’
In my mental vision.
And I was just thinkin’,
‘bout things that where written
About life and love and the life that we’re livin’
People can’t accept the things we were given,
So me and my crew, man, we just stay hidden.
So I spent my day ‘neath a chestnut tree,
Talkin’ to Clay and just shootin’ the breeze.
But I’m OK, God provide my needs.
And I hear You speak as I quietly read.
And it seem kind a good that now a days,
As I pass by they know my name.
But it seems even quicker that they pass the blame.
But I guess that it comes with the passing fame.
And don’t be surprised - see tears in my eyes,
All you dudes do is criticize.
But like Whoa, I know,
When I kick the show,
All you people don’t know,
You can’t handle the flow.
But through tribulation comes the patience.
So lets kick this off without hesitation.
CHORUS:
Swing Low, sweet chariot
Father come down here and take me up
‘Cause I don’t think they can handle my flow
Or the fact that you live in us
They criticize and size me up
But we only answer to the One above
VERSE 2:
I swear we’ve been marching, seems like, ten long years
The seas we’ve been parting have just disappeared
My Fam, we’ve been rollin’, forever plus one night
Yesterday is the new tomorrow, won’t let us pass us by
Cause where I come from, we learn to run
Before we walk
And where I come from, we learn to sing, before we talk
And where I come from, we learn to die, before we live
So when it all falls down upon our heads, we can give
CHORUS:
Swing Low, sweet chariot
Father come down here and take me up
‘Cause I don’t think they can handle my flow
Or the fact that you live in us
They criticize and size me up
But we only answer to the One above
VERSE 3:
And this might sound like a vintage flow.
That’s why I writ this though.
So I could let ya’ll know,
Some days is hard, we don’t make no dough.
But Ok, with you Lord, I won’t sway.
Even if they keep their talking all day,
I keep it on my knees, to You I pray.
So I Spit fire, spit balls of flame.
And if they misfire, they could cost the game.
But then they walk by like they ashamed,
But I still smile like, “what’s His name”.
And no matter what they say,
We make these beats knock.
Piano in the composition,
It makes the song rock.
They play, I faze, I make the flow lock.
Everything that was HOT, count it all a loss.
Me and my crew, laid it down for the cross.
Through woes, bust shows, and I brush my clothes.
D-A-T come through, everybody’s like, “whoa”.
CHORUS:
Swing Low, sweet chariot
Father come down here and take me up
‘Cause I don’t think they can handle my flow
Or the fact that you live in us
They criticize and size me up
But we only answer to the One above
