Lyrics:
Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
Uh! It's the Christ.. He's alive..
Roll out!
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on. (repeat)
I don't
Back in Tennessee
I saw a family haunted by an entity
It was a tragedy in another century
Oh, they never would know the Evil One that came
Little
the devil by the hand
"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below
The red sun scowls
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
and the moon was right
The ? was really perked off the Red Zone
I was in my MPV, I was all alone
A lot of out-of-town people asking me for
My John Hancock
want me better pay me
Start by paying me respect in any form of Payment
Slept with the money, it ended up Pregnant
Now I gotta be the father even though
Thank You Lord (Story of the Shunamite Woman)
(Andrae Crouch, Arr. by John Redmon)
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
I just want to thank
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
John standing by the Jordan
He looked up and to his surprise
He saw the Lord come a walking towards him
He was coming to be baptized
He said Lord
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
no reason to deny it, I have been saved by Jesus Christ
Yes I have
Ahh Praise the Lord guitar
Play it Eddie
Tell 'em about it John
Well Even
I laugh to hide the pain
No tears fall keep'em inside
I can't stand the rain
Life is hard
Tempting to backslide
Surrounded by hurricanes
God's on my
Hear also what Saint John saith.
If any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous; and he is the propitiation for our
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
(Chorus)
(David Banner)
I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke
No education so she spent the last check on some dope
Hovers to John's
with fire
If you're playin' with me, then you're playin' with fire
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
Your father would be
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