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won't let go when we catch hold,
Hot blooded till it ran cold,
Pleidiol i'm gwlad we die by that code,
Gwrol ryfelwyr, pymtheg ar y cae,
Pob un ai drwyn

the game but got abortions
I ain't having it
Written and created by this mystery man Glitch
Dictated by him too plus the message be mandated
And he's highly

Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2016 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
All vocals, instruments and other noises by Jack

Hearing old songs felt like a backlash Felt like a flashback to the time I felt well
Behaving like a trash act with all the red flags I don't know

I ain't nothing but a sinner
Always picked last, said I never was a winner
Momma was the first one show me how to be a giver
Gave me me up for good

of my songs
I’m deadly like my name is John
Try the gang & you gone be gone
I’m drippy like gunna, run up & you done up
Bars hit like a motherfucking

On the creation of John Logie Baird
Or I'm flying on a bird
Made by the Wright brothers
Who always wanted to do things that seemed absurd
In the corner time lurks

of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we

made by simpletons
On God, you niggas ain't really getting it
Protocol9, you rappers are finally toast
They make a simple song to act like they can boast

that M5 too quick I wouldn't even race that
Like damn these 808s be bumping listen to that bass track
Like damn this song hard then a bitch I go back

Lyrics by John Webster



The quarantine officers stopped me
And sent me back to the quay
Nonetheless Shelley and Williams
Kept heading out to sea
I

sing along
But this right here my them song
So let'em know my mic is on

First class is hard to come by
Yeah
Got these haters tongue tied
Now they ask

crime, we fight whack
Rhymes, one song at a time, line after line
Hold up, motherfucker I'm 'bout to roll up
Pull out the hammer on a
Bamma leave 'em tore

Internally Bleeding

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

[Verse]
Yea... Yea... Ay yo
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by surprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes

death how would it be?
Babys coming everyday and space no really free,
Imagine living wid culombus, Nero and John the
king!!!!
Yah likkle boy so betta yuh

I hope we find a saving hope through faith in God
Who made possible this message of good news for all people
So we might be saved, on the last day,

wearing shit you won't see in stores so don't ask me where I got it (Damn)
I disappeared with my camouflage last year I had two songs 
This year I'ma double

the first day that this was my year
I'm breaking down the gas like I'm pushing John Deere
I'm ahead of generations by light years
See the hoodie in cement
I'm

to billions for my future child dylan now we
killing so given u want my team its a given Baby on top just making songs rock not checking tik tok we living drop

stared down by John Cloud 
When there was nothing to discuss 
He threw tear gas bombs into the crowd 
You can burn our churches and bomb our homes 
You can

spread winged warm/this awaits all born/by awkward gait plainly approaches/no song too sweet/nor a poem discreet/wherewith hiss and grunt encroaches//

Shuffle Dat (Dance Song)

By: John David Black aka “DatCatJayDZA”

Grab a waist (face to face)
side to side, we gone slide up in the place
Lean

said "Listen boy, here's some hair
Of the goddamn bitch that bit you last night"
He picked me up by the hand
He took me out to the band
And he threw me

Took a fake bar, now my vision's like a kaleidoscope
Y'all preaching God, but get molested by the holy pope
They up on my dick like it got