Lyrics:
There's a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again
Who's to say you have to lose for someone else to win
In the eyes of all the people the look is much
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
the bill
Fade for the bill
(Okay)
Throwing the cash out
For the cash cow
In return we get branded
By people who don't care about our interest
But they
some slack
I kill for my family, that shit is a fact
One time for the home down the Rez road
Two times for the crew in the city, though
Legend has
Picasso, art and Nasir
John Legend, y'all take a deep breath
And inhale what this is givin'
'88 world series, Kirk Gibson (uh), this different (uh)
This
You are a legend
You are on earth and you gifted my darling your spirit is endless
You move like a god
And these people are heaven
While our
People are orphaned in wars
People are imprisoned in wars
People get raped in wars people kill in wars
And people are haunted by
Their experiences of war
better? Do they really, ever?
But how could anyone live forever?
Why would anyone live forever?
How could anyone live forever?
In an ordinary world?
, live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon,
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
would last forever
Blood on the windows
Millions of ordinary people are there
They gaze at the scenery
They act as if it is perfectly clear
Take a look
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
Hill from Mersea Marsh
The Black Death swept its way
Oh, the young John Ball saw that illness and death
Crave all people equally
Yet in the fields worked
"Letter to John Pace Seavering from Denis McCleary
Dated 12 June 1936"
Dear John
Yes, I'm writing
After all this time
How's the publishing game
for the God-Win
I'm on a mountain
Sipping his fountain
Blessed, but I'm John wick
Whenever drawn in
I gotta make scenes
Make it a routine
Legacy, Aapex
We live in a world
Where everywhere you look is colour
So why does this colour
Make people judge one another
We're all different
We all come from
scientifically you can never get to the distance
Which you can't divide it by half
You could get to the size of an atom and divide that space
By half
And as they
a freak but that's a good thing
If you can handle all the mood swings
Channel the anger into something productive
Not afraid I live for danger
People try
She became a legend under her lifetime
no one knows her real name
she lives high up in the mountains
they call her Lady Mountain High
All the young
there
Why you tryna get your grams up
I put your hoe in handcuffs
I take her hostage
I see you walkin round, short arms
Deep pockets i live to see
and darkness
We held each other near that night
We prayed it would last forever
Blood on the windows
Millions of ordinary people are there
They gaze
Was swanging and riding
If you ain’t repping for your people
Then you’re shucking and jiving
Tap dancing and sliding to beat
That you can’t comprehend
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn, goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
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