Lyrics:
The stars get no sleep
Last joint left, some things you can't keep
People saying, some things I can't be
But that's alright, I'll always be me
as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner".
(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963)
Turned on the news
was riding high on a horse called fame
Everybody in the country knew his first and last name
He played for the cops and he played for politicians
He'd
Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes
two
Come on, yo Cease
Come on
Verse One: Lil' Cease
I'm the one they call Cease, did you get that?
Peep the John Hancock, P.S. - let me hit that
we can't waste no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
A Cinderella's ball
Last call
the score's even at last
Now we got enough trees to make you take 4 and pass
Now we got enough in fact don't even pass that back
It's free weed on me, you can
she don't need a boat
Yea we popping tags, put a tag on his toe
When I'm moving alias, nigga my name John Doe
I be clutching whenever I walk through
I can't remember anything about last night
All I know is that I'm not supposed to be alive, yeah
The party was a blast and everybody had fun
But now
Gladiator
John John in the motherfuckin' booth
With my brother the
Fucking gladiator every time we in this
Bitch, day one shit
A1 shit big homie tell
a parade, cultural centers, and to stop getting played
They invaded more than just our privacy, frightfully, as John Henrik Clarke, even blind, He Could
See
Sleeping Pill
this is just to soooth, relax and ease the mood, food for your peace, so release the energy
I'm calm, call me john, put me
hate you skip
And we looking at you sideways and shelling sharp sideways
we used to want to fuck Sade back in my days
Now my bitch badder than John
with ease you really worked it
Let's review the scene just to see if it was worth it:
Okay, last fall's when you started it all
October to when you
No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim
the kill like I'm John Wilkes Booth
You're a fool, you're a tool
Society, that's all fucked by the system
Barbecued babies that were through out to the zoo
of tools to let me change the course
You'll reject me
But intercept me
Respect me
Allow me to be free
I don't want to be
The last in line
Tiptoeing through
Words and music by John Kay
And we carried him down the hollow
Where we laid his kind soul down to rest
Then we sang until the dawn just to him
with Nostradamus
At mass, discussin' Martin Luther's "Free at Last" speech
Step on my British Walkers get your ass beat
wick
Kill my dog, it won't be no Part four like John Wick
This paper and this water got me fly, I think I need to take a shit
Long live P&B rock free
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
and will we ever let the magic come and tap into us?
We preach apocalypse written by John the Revelator
But won't even speak to a stranger ridin'
the past
Scarred by my loose regard for the last
Spirit gone withdrawn from my life
Prince
Journey of the night
Pitch black
Turning of the knife
Get stabbed
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