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the sideburns Nigga
Like John Cena- You didn't see me when I came up Nigga
Highly Classic- Just in case you're about to bet Nigga
Fritz Cobin's Candy flows got

you running

You ain't gonna get very far
Bitch, I'mma run you over in my $20 supercar
Rapist Alien is the best album by far
Millennium

Millennium

Likwit Connection

Defari

ADA Sampler February '99

1999

You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme

The Devil Went Down to Jordan

Apologetix

Grace Period

2006

you."

The Lord said, "I am hungry, but that would be a sin
"Cause it ain't by bread man's gonna be fed
"But by the Word God's given him."

John

and a stu but he stuck ina job
He barely get by, he always get high, he sayin' he not, he know it's a lie
But fuck it he live in denial with pride that

Infatuated with how far I could take it
Fascinated by the facts that
Should’ve never let me to make it
What had me running from cops
Got me running

That brown boy
Lookin' like a stick
Abby don't remember
Suckin' on that green dick
Bouta kill his family
Goin all John Wicke
Don't cheat on your

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

by the screwed by the down and make chopped chopped
Bit off more than you could chew
And got put in yo place now you on the inside lookin out
RIP Screw

take? Man a couple dranks, and some photos 
Her toto
Sweeter than churros
Now we in my dojo 
And she lookin for them euros 
Gold diggin bitches add

the Lord with me dead or alive
And we strapped like a soldier we riskin our lives
See my enemies fold right in front of my eyes
And a thousand may fall by

so easy I'm outta your league

You John Doe-ass-lookin'-motherfucker
Don't nobody like you
Yo momma don't even like you
You bum-ass broke ass muhfucker

Money on My Brain

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

Ninety five keep it live
Yeah to make papers knahmsayin'?
Motherfuckin' Kool G. Rap and B1
And my motherfuckin' man Grimm
Just comin' with

You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for

Masters of the Universe

Binary Star

Masters of the Universe [LA Underground]

swindla
I brought you stigmas when your hides bust in line a temper
This is a warning to you men
We're joining these tournaments of journalists and live

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

I know money make 'em change, they ain't the same
And I don't want your love, you can keep it if it's fake

Let Me Out

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks

You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i

the bag n run wit it
I get the bag n run wit it yeah
I get the bag n run wit it
This ain’t no mid
Check how I live
Premium gas ion do it for trends
Blue in

Or even worst nightmares living life in despair. Life has never been fair cuz most people don't care. Lookin past the vast faces nameless john doe just shy

to end
Used to sit in a corner just dreaming of being in this moment
But look mama it's comin' true
Every night spent crying
Staring
Praying
Lookin

I'm John Doe
Soon I'll be the CEO, of my own though

Stopped caring 'bout haters, started caring 'bout papers
Yeah you know what my name is, but no I

walking feelin' psychoactive
Whole body bending, looking like you do gymnastics
Ain’t no plastic on the back side, ass thighs
Lookin like you capsized

He confirmed with me that he set and now his son risin'
Yeah
The reign still shine
The name lives on
Never let it die
It became too strong
I was made