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yea!

Oh yes, John!

I'm coming over babe to sing you my song
It's kind of sweet it's just ain't very long
When I'm wild about that something you got
I

of the stillness of our house

(Ooh)
Dishwater days
She says she doesn't notice
Nothing's changed but the sadness in her eyes
Maybe it's something that I could

No chance
I'm tryna be bigger than the Beatles not hold hands
Keep on throwing stones I'ma make statues
No face tats but people got my face tattooed

Crow's
I compose science of words to transpose
You and your crews name from fake to John Doze

Shut ya mouth
Anytime you feel your gonna say something

said the Henny got me
Acting like a damn fool
Breaking all the damn rules
Acting like I can't lose
Who you know this damn cool
Not a soul
Rock and roll

Somethin's Got a Hold on Me

Sonny James

True Love's a Blessing

1966

Something's got a hold on me
(Oh, it must be love)
Something's got a hold on me right now child
(Yeah, it must be love)

Let me tell you now
I never felt

Had me thinking
Was she sitting at that same table starving
Man this had my heart bothered
I wanted to tare down every strong hold
But quickly

and hold your ground

Something's in the water
Drones in the sky holding us down
Something's in the water
Drones in the sky holding us down
Something's in

ship went down"

Smith's plan began to work as foretold
This weird music began to take hold
That sparked an interest in these forms
Of life underground

me, John Lennon
I think I'll go out
by a Heartbroken Woman
We were in love for a minute
Now it's finished, now it's finished
I drink too much

Benefits

Kam

Kamnesia

2001

and bending whips 
'Cause for my time, I got to be ?

(Verse 3)
Let me hold something 
Fold something 
Crack something 
Roll something 
I be the nigga like he

the tunnel
Had his captain by his side
The last words that John Henry said was bring me
Cool drink of what ‘for I die lord, lord
Cool drink of what ‘for I

a bastard... John Snow 
Been emaculate since I don't know
'Bout the capital... mambo
Treat this shit like a whole sport 
Judgin rappers like I hold court
Not

me John Cena the way that I wrestle (camoflooge)
Screaming fuck the world from the top of the fucking trestle (wish I jumped)
Just got off the phone

You Owe Me

Nas

Nastradamus

1999

up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something
Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax
Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks
Pay me

Give me something to hold on
Give me something to move on
Kissed by the flames
Despite the pain
I'm not ready to move on

Hold on
You've got

Yeah (yeah)
She wanted to fuck, I told her to beat it (I told her to beat it, got-)
These niggas can't see me, like I am John Cena (John Cena)
These

You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for

Oodles of O's

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John

Oodles of O's

De La Soul

Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996

2004

You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John

to me
Being in each minute

I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for

she's crying
She tells me of another great friend, he died
"If he can't make it" I think to myself, I spiral

Weeks go by, stuck, up my waist debt

you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three

They say it wasn't Lincoln, John

light and my hair grown tight
Days are the same lookin for something nice put me on through the fight, put me on through the fight

Whoa now, we ain't got