Lyrics:
The racks I'm a get it, cash
The packs unleaded, gas
The black John Lennon, facts
If we talking bout the raps I be penning, crack
If we talking bout cash no
internationaux de l'époque :
John Lennon, George Harrison, Gloria Gaynor, Joan Baez ou Peter "Pete" Seeger.
Il se souciait du monde entier et de chaque
Glisten and see Shine glow
But how the fuck we suppose to have K-Shine
When we already had a Shyne Po'
You battled John John and
Stole from John John
So
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
Bitch I love you I haven't seen you for a minute
Bitch let's meet up we can fuck for a minute
Bitch I write songs for you call me John Lennon
Bitch
don't know
Who killed John Lennon, Michael Jackson?
It's like ya don't know
Alexander Litvinenko?
It's like ya don't know
Michael Hastings and Caeser in
Whoa whoa
She give me an alibi that's irrefutable
Yeah
Trap denims in the driveway they call me John Lennon
Yeah
She give me the looky but she got
give a fuck about the U.S.A.
Just give me back my tribal ways.
FBI got a file on you.
I don't think how they taught me to.
They rule by fear, I'm not
(yeah yeah yeah)
I'm completely fascinated by you, babe
By how selfless and how kind you are to me (yeah yeah yeah)
It's that John's Gospel kinda love
It
something will bloom from this seed
If we ignore that
Then John Lennon died for nothing
Huey died for nothing
Arafat died for nothing
Fred Hampton
Mossadegh
and Martin Luther King
Just like John Lennon by that hotel
You have to pay for our sins
Was it like being raped? Was it like being dead?
Like a bad movie over
the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
to tell my mama I made it, interviews on John Lennon
All these bags I'm constantly flipping
Thought you loved me guess I was tripping
I ain't shot my shot
sour like limes lemons
I try to keep the peace like John Lennon but you can get the piece John Lennon
Shoutout to my city we goodie
Lions and Tigers but
feel death in each kiss
John Lennon vintage no cheap shit you weak shit
Sugar on the kit that's a sweet lick
Fuck 'em all
I'll give everything I have
And every part of me to you
I'm completely fascinated by you babe
Bout how selfless and how kind you are to me
This that
I'm a black John Lennon
Know she want it in the linen
But I want some new silk though
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Gotta watch what you say
You can really get
Write your letter
Stopping my parole won't help Lennon get better
Fuck the Beatles
Fuck the Beatles
You may think that John and George are up in heaven,
(D-Nebraska)
Senator Gorton (R-Washington)
Senator Gore (D-Tennessee)
Tipper Gore
Reverend Jeff Ling
FZ
Spider Barbour voice
All-Night John Kilgore
JR?
Who got JFK in the sights and blew him outta the car?
Who the hell shot John Lennon?
Who's gonna shoot Ringo and Paul?
Ten pound note, dollar
by line, and take your time
You thought the day would never come
Never ever thought that you
Would be reading, "Dear John"
By the time you read
anything/
My old british pop, John Lennon, rambling/
Like imagine, I never stopped imagining pop/
84, maybe more, there was a fave breakdancing/
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
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