Lyrics:
There's nothing but black in pirate's heart
Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don't bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Long John Silver, Long John
funk
Shit gets out of hand, I got a TEC in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit, kid, yo, he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
a shot at it
Now we go backwards you ain't sick you Magic
It ain't no AIDS in DNA
Hoping for a head crack
It's only an Ace in (N) D
Spitting monkey bars
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
fire when I burn up the track
I don’t defend man I’m all out attack
I’m Michael Scofield, cuz I’m breaking through the cracks
Spin mans head, Holloway
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
to listen
Crack in the tab, crack on the floor, crack on the apron
Back off, back off, this might be your last day
Crack in the tab, crack on the floor,
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon,
people in my circle and we just run around reshaping the game
'Cause it's full of squares like SpongeBob
It's like you don't get laid 'cause nobody fucks
what up?
Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up?
Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes]
Little Joe rock on, Little Joe rest in peace
Big Fred rest in peace
of this pain
If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John
of this pain
If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John
jason on these tracks since i was born
Son, my punchlines been crackin jaws, since the crack of dawn.. ..now let that sink in, i'm tapped into the flow/
lovin' it!
It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!
And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!
But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
couldn't be me
Then i met Ace & Tee
Yeah
We formed a regime, brought together by the need for the cream
I'm cookin' up schemes like Scofield
I'm cookin'
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
chop shop it
Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads
Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose
Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose
King
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.
network of cages all strung together
By a rope like material.
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form
united (You know what time it is) {Keep it crack-a-lackin'}
D-P-G (D-P-G)
The Bad Boy empire (Bad Boy, baby) {We keep it crack-a-lackin'}
E-Swiss (Come
his time, for the heat to cool off
When he was gonna make his break
At the crack of dawn, in the early morn
John Brown made his break
But the Sheriff
-8643.jpg/225px-John_Scofield_(cropped)-8643.jpg "John Scofield")
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