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pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch

lovin' your skin and your glow
When I first saw you I was like fatty bum bum
I was passing by in a vroom-vroom
I wanted to jump out but I was movin'

John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating

a beautiful place if you see it from the right direction
And I create whoever I am
And sometimes it won't be easy
Don't be afraid to take the bull by the horns

a no-go
He keep talkin' about his songs, I wrote those
Wanna sneak by my bro, look at your ho
12 pulled in, I was just tryna smoke, yeah, tryna smoke that

romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe

all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up

A soulmate by my side, that would be cool to see
Told the dawgs to come outside now they refuse to leave
Told me I wasn't gone win now y'all lookin' at me

Banksta'z

RZA

Saviorz Day

2002

banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)

[Hell

and buffs
Lookin' like I drive a truck
Fuckin' my bitch? Shit, better be rich
She buy a new bag of weed
Goddamnit, I don't understand it
But if she's

Talkin' Casey
John Hurt, Winwood Music Company, Inc.  The Adage Group LLC.

This is the story of Casey Jones He was a mighty engineer
His train was

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

the damages been paid
It's laid, ho, I made more waves then pomade (haha?)
Flips like John Blaze, discussin' methods with the clan
All State, Inshallah,

that motherfucker tho
fake friends lookin for ends i don’t fuck w those
two sides to mind i like to juxtapose
busting flows since i was 12 years old
my

I'll leave you dilapidated
I want that cheese in bulk, fuck a slice
I'ma grated
I give more than you, homie I'm John Q
I'm a youngin' that give it
His

Lonely Dreamers

John Kay

Rise & Shine

1990

Words and music by John Kay and Rocket Ritchotte

Running like bandits through the blinding dark of night
There's nothing in sight
Suddenly someone

enticed by full moons on islands
Filled with the loot that eluded
Troops of previous tyrant
Devious rhyming, see me when writing
Feasting with lions

cabs and the shadow of a mustache
Double cuff kakis and a sale price Huf hat
Pushin' down Fax
Lookin' dirtier than smudged glass
But that was as an ashy

U R Ghetto 2002

Kardinal Offishall

Quest for Fire: Firestarter, Vol. 1

2001

Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your

Ankle Blues

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

We beat him down like we were loco
(And said, "Fuck John Lennon") (and his punk bitch Yoko)
Steady takin' charge of the neighborhood
We got

John Kramer
Scatter brained, scatter brained
Dunno why this is happening?
Dunno why I’m acting this way?
Must be cuz I’m scatter brained
Scatter brained,

Infatuated with how far I could take it
Fascinated by the facts that
Should’ve never let me to make it
What had me running from cops
Got me running

Smoke blunts with Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock, Ab Soul, K. Lamar 
I know I'm probably dreaming woken up by my alarm 
Another day on the earth you know I'm

shift
'cause I was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand