WALKIN’ IN SLOW MOTION (v5.5)

[Intro – spoken, deep voice, inner movie] Yeah… You hear that bassline? That’s not just music, baby… That’s the sound of trouble walkin’ down your street. ✦ [Verse 1] He’s got boots made of midnight leather, and eyes that see through any weather. A cool cat with a plan so tight, he turns the wrong side into right. When the city sleeps, he’s wide awake, solvin’ crimes with a side of shake. Ain’t no badge, ain’t no crown, just a groove that brings the system down. ✦ [Chorus] Walkin’ in slow motion — cooler than a revolution. Gold chain swingin’, danger singin’, oh, he’s the soul of retribution! Walkin’ in slow motion, burnin’ through the night’s commotion. Fists of fire, heart of steel — he’s the man the world can feel! ✦ [Verse 2] Silk shirt, collar high and wide, mirror shades and a righteous stride. Got the ladies hummin’, the villains runnin’, when the bass drops, you know he’s comin’. Every snare hit’s a heartbeat call, every wah-wah’s a justice brawl. He don’t talk — he lets the groove explain, who’s boss on this funky train. ✦ [Bridge – spoken] You think you can take him? You better bring rhythm, baby. ‘Cause he don’t fight with fists — he fights with funk. ✦ [Chorus (repeat, ad-lib)] Walkin’ in slow motion — cooler than a revolution. Gold chain swingin’, danger singin’, yeah, he’s the soul of restitution! Walkin’ in slow motion, while the horns keep that devotion. He’s the rhythm, he’s the deal — he’s the man that the night can feel! ✦ [Outro – spoken over fade-out funk groove] You can chase the money… You can chase the fame… But you’ll never catch him. ‘Cause when justice walks — it walks in slow motion. (bass riff continues — wah guitar fades out)