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at the Frosty Freeze By sundown we were rollin' down Highway 23 Pick-up trucks and trailers and cars of ever'y kind With the Bailey Brother's John Deere
eaten by rust. And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the Wheel, but when he woke it was real, too late To have sussed. And Jeff was a poet who
Hey boys, take my advice Writing songs in yr sleep John, 29 Stop pretending yr a creep Trent, 30 You say yr head's like a hole But your tune has
These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit Front money, but hustle backwards I break bread with broads that got they masters And hypes
on. Please lend a hand, please make a stand. Please lend a hand, please don't be sad. You caught me lying by the devil in me. And I was a poet before
John Cena] The untouchable cat whose style is right I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type My violence bites tight like it was vampire's
a wiseguy Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body Everytime my poet thug at a party Ya want to step to T, go through JEL first But remember where
[20 second instrumental to open] [Chorus: female singer] I... will get by Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die [Tha Trademarc] For what
to be sweet, by keepin it street Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville, feel my