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never sober
Take me to the booth moving in big bags like Sean
I be slidin' if it's hosted by Melvin and John
And only would spit German wit Cida on a Song

that too
He spends his days in a search for food    
chorus         Gordon Anderson and John Covert

(Havin a hard time
Tryna express
All of my suppressions)

Havin a hard time
Tryna express
All of my suppressions
I get lost inside these rhymes
Help

Brother John

Chris de Burgh

Power of Ten

1995

of Brother John;

She felt his eyes and she walked up beside him,
And she took him by the hand,
She said, "Brother John, it's so hard to be holy,
Would

smoke
In my spare time, write rhymes, and bag ma'
Me and Sticky Fingaz go
Back like Clue's hairline
Just like you hit the spliff too
Hard and burnt your

You’ve got me BELIEVING—IN LOVE AGAIN
 
I’ve been burned by love so many times before
When I saw you—my heart went running for the door
But in your soft

Yes, I'm BELIEVING—IN LOVE AGAIN
 
I’ve been burned by love so many times before
When I saw you—my heart went running for the door
But in your soft

Now girl it don’t have to be
Play by the rules, love casually
Just might be the one, it ain’t hard to see
‘Cause I get that feeling when you put it

up their mind, who's the best of all time Larry Hoover or Jeff Fort?
Who drop dimes, load Glock nines and John Doe 'em
Where they changed the name

Anderson and John Covert

of love—I don’t wanna be free
CHORUS REPEAT…
By Gordon Anderson and John Cove

tired of haunting me
Break these chains, and set my poor heart free
 CHORUS
 
By Gordon Anderson and John Covert

 George Floyd with the beard
And the dreadlocks
Forget the dreads, just locks,  don't stop
I'm Eric Garner, John Crawford
Michael Brown,  Ezell Ford,  Dante

John's
I need a mil cause I was just feeling like fuck em all

And go to Cali I swear blood still don't mean shit
Blood still don't mean shit
Yeah
Google

The sweet Delta dawn

Take me back to another morning
To a time so long ago
Where the sweet magnolia blossomed
Cotton fields are white as snow

Catfish John

take some more time for solitude
It's a lot of food when I go out, I shouldn't be eating
Excuse me while I hit the john is my latest greeting
I'm

to heads, call me John Madden
Niggas cheap, they ain't havin'
Fourteen Gs, half play, I'm gon' bag it
I gotta cut this hoe loose, this bitch keep on nagging '

Don't Be Mad

DJ Green Lantern

I Produced That

2008

Anderson

Rappers can't handle them
I hand em' a handkerchief and hang of shit, it's Pete Rock
The nigga you should be hangin' with, bangin' with
But you

my dreams-each night it seems
You take away my blues
Ain’t no one born who looks so fine
You thrill me EVERY TIME
 By Gordon Anderson and john covert

tarnished flask
You could hear every cigarette he'd smoked every time he laughed

Busker John Joe May 
Is buried in an unmarked pauper's grave
Near the bells

of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super

The Grind Date

De La Soul

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 64: August 04

2004

here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's worth up in

How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking

and you
When we’re old and gray—we’ll look back to the time
When I couldn’t say—what was on my mind—when
 FIRST CHORUS REPEAT…
  By Gordon Anderson and John