Lyrics:
taking me to Marrakesh
Come on board to Woodstock
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
of the universe for billions of years.
There's a ship coming here
To take us away to the Masters
The notion that our existence is derived like a string of bits is
the game for years, lost count how many times
John's violent
What's a man to do he's always been so shy
John's violent
He's read the review it's only a score
The badger sniffed at the fruit before taking it in its strong jaws, munching contentedly.
John was struck by how friendly and approachable the badger seemed.
& saved by the bell
Aim good, flow sick
Reflex game quick
Murder the game, forsaking the fame
I'm feeling like John Wick
John Wick, John Wick
John Wick,
trades is a master of none
J U N I O R, grandad John that's where I get my name from
A jack of all trades is a master of none
J U N I O R, grandad John
dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna
is drippin be
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like
Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is don't tread on me
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing
Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like
Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is don't tread on me
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing
on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters
Ay
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind,
[Master P talking]
Ronzo, shut the door on that Cougar partner
It's time to get pervin'
Keyon, pass the dank man (Yeah man)
Yo G you wanna hit (Yeah,
o' the sword and the Scourge
Cast he to the winds and the ways of the birds
Drowning in ashes and scoured by the rain
His home, his holt, lay far, far
brother
It's time maybe for you to grow up, Doctor Deer
My name is Azrael
And I've been watching this shit-show
I don't understand what's happening here
Old John Prince is on the run
He don't even know what from
Old John Prince your time has come
Won't you lay your burden down
Won't you lay your
Ha!
This here's a story about, Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop!
Hee!
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
like a 'uckin skyscraper
Free the mind, do the time, dont forget
I'm thinking of a plan, think-thinking of a check
Thinking of a Master Plan
'Cause aint
like a 'uckin skyscraper
Free the mind, do the time, dont forget
I'm thinking of a plan, think-thinking of a check
Thinking of a Master Plan
'Cause aint
of lies
John the Revelator, he's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand And put him on the stand
Let us hear his
And your bike too
How are you, Mrs Sarah Connor?
Is your son John Connor at home at this time?
I am his human school teacher, John Kimball
I require that he
of lies
John the Revelator, he's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand And put him on the stand
Let us hear his
verse is the predicate
A lifestyle of negligence
For those who live in a tenement
Time is only relative to the dimensions that you living
Wonder why your
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
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