歌词
Verse 1
Yo, from the Southside, a legend born in the H,
Slowed down the beat, made the world change pace,
Cassette tapes spinning, with a masterful twist,
Laid-back rhythms, can't resist, in the mix,
From the streets of Houston, where the screw tapes glide,
Night rides, slow vibes, in the moonlit tide,
Unmatched vision, a pioneer’s pride,
Chopped beats, never dies, let the sound collide,
Echoes of a genius, in the nighttime breeze,
Crafting symphonies, with such ease,
His legacy remains, in the slow-motion seas.
Hook 1
Screwed up, the tempo's low,
Feel the groove, let the rhythm flow,
In the heart of the night, where the stars glow,
A legacy built, let the whole world know.
Verse 2
Echoes of the turntables, a slow-motion scene,
Crafting timeless art, like you've never seen,
Influence deep, from the Bayou City’s core,
Revolutionized sound, opened every door,
In the studio late, creating magic on wax,
Unseen talent, that no one could match,
Every beat, every cut, a story told,
In the screw tapes, legends unfold,
In the darkened room, where creativity sparked,
Left a legacy, forever marked,
Each slowed beat, a master’s hallmark.
Hook 2
Screwed up, the world turns slow,
Feel the beat, let the rhythm show,
In the heart of the South, where the legends grow,
A timeless sound, let the love flow.
Verse 3
In the groove, where the night feels eternal,
Slow down the world, make it nocturnal,
Voices echo softly, beats intertwined,
Creating new paths, redefining lines,
From the underground tapes to the mainstream stage,
Left a mark so deep, never fades with age,
Innovation at heart, a true pioneer’s claim,
In every slow beat, echoes the name,
From the East to the West, his influence spread,
A true legend, his spirit never dead,
In the slowed beats, his story is read.
Hook 1 (repeat)
Screwed up, the tempo's low,
Feel the groove, let the rhythm flow,
In the heart of the night, where the stars glow,
A legacy built, let the whole world know.
Hook 2 (repeat)
Screwed up, the world turns slow,
Feel the beat, let the rhythm show,
In the heart of the South, where the legends grow,
A timeless sound, let the love flow.
