Lyrics:
Head rap and thick hair
John the Baptist no Scrip-tures
Wolf Marro with the sick stare
Unclouded by hate
Breath of the crisp air
When it rains, it pours
a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And that amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Sunset falling from a water-tower sky
Whatever keeps that dream alive
You can find it here
It's a boy and a girl in a Chevy truck
"John Deere Green"
of lemon
ACCUMULATING* (Kind of )
Gritty humidity, blueberry marmalade
REJUVENATING* (Tribal)
Dropping from the sky, grape kool-aid
CANDY RAIN
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll
When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
tears they fell like rain
So many things I can't explain
I saw your face in a cloudy sky
And I stood still
As a lifetime passed me by
As a lifetime
make time freeze
Rumor is he spits fire every line that this guy breaths
The sky bleeds and rains all over your dime piece
Motha fuckaz think they're
the rain, here comes the rain, holy water from the skies
I feel it running down my face, a thousand teardrops in my eyes
Here comes the rain, here comes
(alright)
678, 404, bed made
I'm from where the rent kinda low
When you sleep on the floor
And the stick in the crib and the pit by the door
Long johns
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
mind, nah
My flame isn't put out in the heaviest rain
Rippin' off all my chains and imma put an end to your reign
Woke up on a mission
Rain from the sky
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues
Midnight fell
TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF OFRA HAZA [8:08]
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
up mama
I'm pretty far from the palm trees
I knew I'd make it here back when you used
To clean the whole house to John B
And I get goosebumps from head
it rains
(Verse 2)
Remember a time you were free from fear and doubt
You gazed into the sky and chanted sun come out
So now you must look deep inside
the lake
As water lifts up to the sky
The clouds will somehow still stay dry
The rain avoids me like the plague,
I see a text from a friend down state
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John
Without a dime
Wearing coats that shined
Both red and green
Colors from their sunny island
by name.
Pay good money to hear fire and rain again
And again and again.
Some are like summer coming back every year,
Got your baby, got your
Caught in the matrix
Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"
Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em
Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"
Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements
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