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There is a life beside the fire, she burns as if there were no death
Whereas her soul out on bail it moans as she takes her final breath
the summer it's green 
And in the fall it's orange and red and gold 
Then it comes alive 
In the rites of spring when the rivers thaw 
And the flowers
like this, it was goin well
Eight was swell, but fourteen brings hell
But I can't compete with this feat, so must I eat
the ultimate burger, I clicked
It's been a long while
Since I hit ya with freestyle
High tech selections
From  the vaults of the Ice files
Kick back relax
And watch as I melt wax
a worthy pool 
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too 
But I'm sporting their
They said, "Walter how come you let him hit it?"
Now Walter just told them with his gentle smile
"boys, this game isn't any fun if you don't get a hit
Grady Johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family
late one night I heard Ginny scream
I run and got the shotgun and grabbed a shell
And I pulled the trigger and Jim Johnson fell
I knew that someday it
Johnson you're wearin' your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin' and a runnin' round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe
mean no harm, but that lucky charm
You need to ditch it quick, get with the Brooklyn bomb
I be, we be, bumpin' the spot G
Wherever we be, we hit
hear them, they sing "oh yeah"

Mr. Johnson bought a Christmas tree
He set it up with his family
They're opening their presents big and small
Mr. Johnson
On the wedding anniversary
Of the Johnson's
They went out on a date.
Little Jimmy had strict orders
To be in bed, to be in bed by eight.
But little
an appointment with him.

Sec: Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly.

[Door opens]

Sec: Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here.

Mr J: Eh, send him in. Damn,
he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson country war.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin'
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.

Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there 
Enchanted by the beauty
All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
It almost seems like yesterday
Where do
Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
takin a walk
You can count the stars in the clear night sky
Or sit back and listen while train rolls by

Hey it's a small town
They roll
(rap intro by derick johnson)

Dangerous lover
With the blue-green eyes
Slides into the room
He's got trouble on his mind

Maybe you're misunderstood
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
By Mark Johnson

Beyond this world came a power
Struck into me I don't know how
It happened slow I want you to know
Her love is true music and it
the moment of truth finally comes
She gives me a look
And then comes undone
She says, "it looks like we're lucky
Someone's smilng down"
She grabs her coat
Yeah yeah, what
Who want it yeah yeah kid

One, two uh

Brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t
But everything in ain't always what it seems
You might get
lives behind the mask was never proved

Come on Robert Johnson 
Though we're worlds apart
You and I know what it's like
With the devil in our heart
day it snowed real hard and she disappeared

I loved little Agnes Johnson
I met her at the old folks home
She'd call me up and say" hey Stephen,