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A slow jam is an umbrella term for music with R&B and Soul influences. Slow jams are commonly R&B ballads or downtempo songs. The term is most commonly reserved for soft-sounding songs with heavily emotional or romantic lyrical content. This definition has led to intense debate over whether particular songs should be classified as a "slow jam", e.g. Ginuwine's 1996 hit single "Pony". The common use and possible origin of this term traces back to 1983 when Solar Records group Midnight Star recorded the song "Slow Jam" on their album No Parking on the Dance Floor.
Music categories associated with slow jams are:
Asterisks (*) denote genres with variable tempos which constitute the use of dance music.
In kinematics, the speed of an object is the magnitude of its velocity (the rate of change of its position); it is thus a scalar quantity. The average speed of an object in an interval of time is the distance traveled by the object divided by the duration of the interval; the instantaneous speed is the limit of the average speed as the duration of the time interval approaches zero .
Like velocity, speed has the dimensions of a length divided by a time; the SI unit of speed is the meter per second, but the most usual unit of speed in everyday usage is the kilometer per hour or, in the USA and the UK, miles per hour. For air and marine travel the knot is commonly used.
The fastest possible speed at which energy or information can travel, according to special relativity, is the speed of light in vacuum c = 299,792,458 meters per second, approximately 1079 million kilometers per hour (671,000,000 mph). Matter cannot quite reach the speed of light, as this would require an infinite amount of energy. In relativity physics, the concept of rapidity replaces the classical idea of speed. In day-to-day athletics, it is proper to say that a teenager can achieve atleast 20 kmph (or 12.43 mph) of speed while a best runner can achieve 30 kmph (or 18.64 mph) which is similiar to run 100m running race in about 12 seconds. The average speed for a teenager is 24 kmph, which can be a result on running 100m in 15 seconds.
Fruit preserves are preparations of fruits, vegetables and sugar, often canned or sealed for long-term storage. The preparation of fruit preserves today often involves adding commercial or natural pectin as a gelling agent, although sugar or honey may be used, as well. Before World War II, fruit preserve recipes did not include pectin, and many artisan jams today are made without pectin. The ingredients used and how they are prepared determine the type of preserves; jams, jellies and marmalades are all examples of different styles of fruit preserves that vary based upon the ingredients used.
Many varieties of fruit preserves are made globally, including sweet fruit preserves, such as strawberry, as well as savoury preserves of culinary vegetables, such as tomatoes or squash. In North America, the plural form "preserves" is used to describe all types of jams and jellies. In British and Commonwealth English most fruit preserves are simply called jam, with the singular preserve being applied to high fruit content jam, often for marketing purposes. Additionally, the name of the type of fruit preserves will also vary depending on the regional variant of English being used.
CHORUS 1
Get up a little higher
Can't ya feel the excitement, you fool
Can't ya feel it? Can't ya feel it?........yeah
I know its been a ruff week
Tuff job and the tuff streets, yo its cool
(it) Happens to everyone.....but you gotta
Get back up and be a fighta
Can't you see that she's scared that you
Don't feel the fire no more
I'm gonna give it to her straight up, & while
I serenade her pull your wait up and move
You gotta feel it, gotta feel i
VERSE 1
Oooooh, you like it early, and I like it late
'n you don't like it when I take the bate, got me
hidin' the cookies
Oh let's poke a hole in this balloon animal
It's the elephant trunk in the room
Baby please don't worry cause its not about you, let's
try again let's try again
I've got some tuxedos and you've got the lube
I'm a guitar hero with a big ego and a bi-polar libido
but I come thru in the sack, most of time
And you're a cutie, with a great bootie, and even when
you're freakin' me out,
you gotta superb rack, and a wonderful heart well
Oooooh baby just freak me, don't freak me out
I just wanna freak you, I never meant to freak you out
Let's cut this melodrama, from this
tragicomedy.......O'Henry now, cuz
This gift of the magi, is juss too
sad......................sometimes
You give up feelin' sexy, I give up feelin' like a
man......ain't Lent a bitch now
Well how bout this night owl and this early bird, meet
at lunch, for a SLOW JAM
CHORUS 2
Get up a little higher
Can't ya feel the excitement, you fool
Can't ya feel it? Can't ya feel it?...now
This melody could be a trumpet line
Richard Prior in the streets with a congo line
It's a party party party,
Sky's full of confetti - but...
Uh-oh, I see her face is red
Think I'm embarrasin' her like I was drunk again
I'm so sorry sorry sorry, I didn't mean no harm
Gotta tell her why I'm singin' this
She gotta no that I love her and this aint no
diss...........No need to alarm
VERSE 2 - BREAKDOWN
Baby I apologize, but I
had to sing about it, I
know that you afraid, that
People gonna think, you don't flip the
switch on my meat, but that's a lie, you're my cutie
pie, and when I
touch the curves of your thighs, ooooh I nearly
die.....but
Somehow I'm scared too, like maybe they'll say, I'm
either
floppy like Bob Dole or I'm frontin' like Larry Craig,
but that's not the
case, with my slender frame and rib cage I'll drive you
to another state like a Greyhound
So how these fears get in our heads? When 99 percent,
of the
time, you and I, are just like animals in bed - well
that's why I gotta
sing about it, next generations gotta know about it,
plenty of yall out there still got
doubts about it.....
When you feelin' weak like you just can't
Please, don't hit the link on that cialis spam
Just take it easy and clear your mind and
take a
take a
take a
SLOW JAM
CHORUS 3
Get up a little higher
Can't ya feel the excitement, you fool
Can't ya feel it? Can't ya feel it?...now
Hold ya fire
Hold on to it tighta don't shoot
Till you see the lights in her eyes
Sex is less like heaven & more like kung-fu
& I'm a orange-belt,
nothin' to be ashamed of, so
Guess what honey
I think that I'm