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The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A

IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU

JOHN MADDEN
Clay Raw on the Track
LLRTK BITCH
Ok hold up, let me get to spazzin
In the trap I'm calling plays like I'm John Madden
1000 bitches in my

A Little Uncanny

Conor Oberst

Ruminations

knew

You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
Yeah, he impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire

knew

You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
Yeah, he impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire

many times my memories are worn

Sometimes we’d travel right down the Green River/ To an abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill/ To where the air

villian in full rage 
This John cage given round houses
Lifting up blouses on Sonya blades 
Winner Winner check the accolades
And these features bout

It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019

(Great John on the beat, by

on the news like, "A man in Austin was killed by bees."
I just fucking laugh. How do you get killed by bees?!
If you're walking through the woods, right,

I put in
Good money's good for me, we could be good friends
I'm breakin' something off the top like we jumpin' a wood fence
My celly stabbed a guy

back
So take your post with pride (Hey!)
	(the crew applauds, celebrates)
	NcRRcTOR
cs the crew sang shanties in the mess hall
John Herschel strode

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

Yeah windy City Heat
10 years
Let's way go back in the day (How far back?)
Way back 2003

A new movie came on TV about a sports PI
Who just wants

we smoke blunt on the skate
I'm afraid but your rap is a fake
Mine is write in the blog like William Grake
Giù ti condurrà in the eights gate

In

Lyrics by John Webster



The quarantine officers stopped me
And sent me back to the quay
Nonetheless Shelley and Williams
Kept heading out to sea
I

clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin

I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till

glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing, 
Slide off with your ho, and spend six figures on her, 
My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne,
Copping

Henry gon' cut that wood
By any means, on bro by any means
And this shit means everything to me
Bink-bink, rusty railroad
It's no telling where it's

of the crown

The further they rode the thicker the woods 
Abandoned constructions amid the trees stood
Like shrapnel the rain pierced through the dense fog

do in Houston-Aye Houston
When you in Houston

Bumper kits, eighty fo's, trues, vogues
Coming down, riding slow
Hundred round drummer down by the flo'

guided by my heart. I went through different stages of composition, which I finally abandoned to return to a much more pared-down version. I found in this

fucking team
Yeah I'll take a break and smoke by myself
Four woods to the face yeah I'm gone
I gotta get up and mow the lawn
I'm not Goku bitch I'm Gohan

hard
Fuck a fair one
You get beat down by the squad
Mortal Kombat catch your lighting
Rod with a guard
Juggernaut in the spot with your
Life on my palms

Yea I did it my way
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Young rookie in this game
But I be on my pro shit running This play
Give me a taste
Imma take