Lyrics:
Pretty little girl from St. John's River bend
She was just 15, left down by the freeway's end
It was years ago, and she was pretty as a picture
If
tolerance
Cuz she did too much of that ouhh
Too many lines in the bathroom
You don't know shit about that
Why you put it in yo raps?
I don't get that
No, I
gettin' tired of it bein' my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain't gettin' tired of shit, hope you ain't gettin' tired of me
I hope you ain't gettin'
Love and Memory by John Clare
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning
'Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning?
And leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist, it's
The cause of that "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, flows like catfish
And got many emcees
the brimstones, sinners
All you motherfuckers act like Hitler
Confused by the motherfucking things he did to ya
Now we're heading to the seventh-inning stretcher
metaphysics
Presocratic philosophers been a try get a image
Of mi origin
Thales tried, but him neva did it
Ignore mi name and keep Di fame
But gimmi every
To happen that way
Zac and I wanted to be the ones
You heard it from i want to
Be honest with you guys about how
This band formulated from day
One i did not
think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared
To Catholics, Moors and Masons
John Hanson was not the first black pres to make it
Abe Lincoln did
And not the one hidden under your bed
Because we all know
That shit harder than rock
John's son gon' make it to the top
Doesn't see what it look like
I
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
Stinnit
Pittsburgh Pirate, admire it, you can't hire it
Job applications for rappers with weak shows
Weak flows, by most inherited weakness
the score go to war like a jarhead
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!
(My nigga my nigga whattup, Tek you did it again nigga!)
New York,
loaded you can see it by my side
Got this fake niggas acting right
Fvck nigga keep it tight
Only shoot on target I am John with a stick
Better be on guard
Cross me once and death is all you'll find
But this here will be my last hit
To use a gun, it really didn't take shit
We did it, we did it, we did it, we
look like?
They gave Max seven-five (seven-five), what it look like?
The Wave is gon' die? What I look like? (Free the Wave)
I'm John Wick with
Harley hardly could ever really make it by
Going to school for psychology working part-time
As a jester bouncy house parties always smiles
Despite
that Hebrews chapter three
All things by him it was made, nothing without him was made
In Him was life that's the light of men, remain in darkness then
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
speak that john lennon poetic shit and they wanna listen
Its like Im paul mccartney the way my women heart me
I speak that john lennon poetic shit
Haaaaaa
Geezy
Aye man who that is Callin man
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaa
I took em off, I did it again
These n***** be mad
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