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gun, man
(woo) like John Wick (uh)

All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All black, one gunman

the Revelator
To travel through time & space
To be so gifted with the glory of God's grace
Of the talking heads, you know John was the first
John the Revelator

Up by the Bear Creek falls
Somewhere in the night
We was picking in a circle
Had a banjo to my right

They said his name was John
And that boy sure

Up by the Bear Creek falls
Somewhere in the night
We was picking in a circle
Had a banjo to my right

They said his name was John
And that boy sure

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

a key to my place 
I'm not doing anything wrong 
I'm working hard, and when I am not 
I take liquid shots to the dome
Mr. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Hardin Wouldn't Run

Johnny Cash

Names & Places

1977

I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is his name they say he travels in the night
For he might have to kill

I know a man whose plow handle hand
Is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is his name
They say he travels in the night
For he might have to kill

entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well

Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did

she jumped and pistol whipped him
Kicked him in the face
And John Selman demands revenge
For this disgrace
You could see every night by
Candlelight in

but ima take it day by day
Empath and a king and ima always feel your pain
We travel different roads but you always in my heart
Let it be John Lennon

to mention the smell
The heat is on in Saigon
Is there a war going on?
Don't ask, I ain't gonna tell 

[ENGINEER]
Ah, Monsieur Chris! Monsieur John!
You've

John Wick the second I'm shooting until I am all out
Dizzy by all the smoke here I finna black out
Drowning in my sufferin', don't know how to swim out

When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan

Chris
How are you doing there, John?

John
I got the hots for Yvonne
We should get drunk and get laid
Since the end is so near

Chris
I tell you, buddy,

some rhymes
I'll stall you an album
Big baller all smiles
I'm movin I travel
No hackin no foul
You pussy you cattle

She like my dirty worm John an Kate

music turns to greatest memes
Don't put me behind bars and think that I ain't got nobody
You'd be wrong, I'm Michael Scofield, I got my body
If you offer

their cry
snarl to see us spurring by
times are bad and travel slow
O we have far to go!

SOPRANOS (IN GALLERY)
We mourn our boys, our missing sons!
We

I’m Inside on my spiritual high and I’m being led by my the spirit of God, Jah
Only divine can interpret the signs of all the things that wander

Dogg Pound Gangstaz

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Food

1995

microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless

ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich textov,

John Ed Sang Cowpoke

Chris LeDoux

Life as a Rodeo Man

1975

nearly make you cry when john ed sang "cowpoke"


Someday this road I travel, lord I will leave behind.
But memories of the things I've seen will never

všetkým ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich

snake
When you travel down this road it make the real heart cold
I be sliding when I'm riding pistol right beside me
Dusse in my cup cuz I don't wanna be