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at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
"Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I
I’ve gone
You won't realize I’ve gone

Many people wanna make money, make love
(Marry me, John)
Make friends, make peace with death
(Marry me
grant that I may seek
Rather to comfort than to be comforted
It is forgiving that one is forgiven
Lord guide us)

Make me a channel of Your peace
grant that I may seek
Rather to comfort than to be comforted
It is forgiving that one is forgiven
Lord guide us)

Make me a channel of Your peace
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
Remember that "Vietnam thing"
Peace at any price
With a gun to your head, bang, bang

Weakness runs in your family
What runs in mine is death
This is your 5
surround you
Each time you watch the news
Your mind gets set by someone's will
A template you can't choose

Love and desire, dry ice or fire
Don't you
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
I'm gonna try and say it anyway
Too much ginseng
Makes me nervous
Organization
Shortened sounds
Too much ginger
Takes me over
John the Baptist
the mirror, see yourself and adore thee
Whisper in your ear, I fear nothing that's before me
And always remember that you're royalty
From the line drawn until
on the street, midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name, I need room to breathe
Wanna feel your ease I got to feel your peace
Screaming, down on my,
on the street midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath
I want to feel your ease; I got to feel your peace
Screaming' down on my,
don't make me spray ya potna
if you want to save yo daughter nigga, give up the info
and throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo
wit three up in his
Words and music by John Kay

When I returned here back from the Islands
You know I couldn't say enough 'bout old Kauai
But now I'm out here
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
'Stang
Rollin' with the top down chitty-chitty gang bang
Coke slinger, make the gat sing a
Song for the niggas who wanna fuck me in the game up
Who
let's make it happen

[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustler
Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it
It's all about
chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot
denim
They can catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine
Bitch don't mind me, shake your hiney
The only motherfucking Wolf here, I spit venom
You're
touched, John John 

Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush 
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold 
As we move on, saga unfold 
Captivated by a saga
[Chorus: x2]
If you can see if you can solve the mystery
The answer revolves around your history
So carefully, I drop this degree
Scientifically,
crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier
[Whistling] 

John Doe: 

Release yo mind and slip with me between the crease of time 

Cause peace of mind is the condition people cease to find 

I be