Lyrics:
Damn I declare have you seen like
Their walls are built like cannon balls
Their motto is Don't tread on me
Come hear Uncle John's band playing-to
Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time
Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is right
I said a weapon should be chosen
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
Machine gun as we get the wrong one
Master Mark, Master Paul, mister Luke and John
If we like what we see we chance a situation
Nothing don't pay
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
finished
Last name Doe bitch
First name John
By the time the Law
Get the call
I'll be gone
Last name Doe bitch
First name John
First name John
Last name Doe
the center more force
He gave birth to the sun which would follow his laws
All caused by his mental intercourse, who is God?
If you can see if you can
cross the heat from across the street
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist
crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.
And then he cried out one give
got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs change
There used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin' back was
Doe
Guantanamo, John Doe
Every one of us is connected to a light
Though some have switched it off, and now are ruled by night
Thats where we could be
said this a thousand times
And I know you don't see my side
But I do it 'cause I love you
So, dear John
Here's the truth
There's freedom
On the other
Machine gun as we get the wrong one
Master Mark, Master Paul, mister Luke and John
If we like what we see we chance a situation
Nothing don't pay
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
passed away
Was it a heart attack?
Was it a bullet to his head?
John is dead
Chorus
John is dead John is dead
Should we have a celebration say a eulogy
作词: Rob Lundgren
作曲：谢知恒
Once upon a time in a land of ancient woods
A dying father will is no good
The oldest of the three don`t want to share any
open door
This is the hardest of commandments given to us by creator
But we got to make it work these times be greater
Lean on our Chief Master Sergeant
by which rules to bend
cll too soon to only find the end
I can't sleep no more
Wake Up
Every time I close my eyes I hear
I am the Master of Illusion
I
Video game master
Running downtown with a blaster
Playing Mortal Kombat
Now I’m picking my main character
Who fights with Ice and is cold
Now
Out one fine day
If the cap'll fit you'll be wearing it
Stuck here cleaning kit
Have no fear the time is near
This boy is busting out of here
I'll be
rhymes, singin' hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Pass with flying colors,
rhymes, singin' hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Pass with flying colors,
See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?),
We the Masters of the Dark Arts
Passengers smashed up in the car parts
Glass sticking into the last
Ticking of hard hearts this is a massacre
It’s
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