Lyrics:
get killed
So many damn rappers there's a stifle in heaven
My tongue is a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff with Legend
When this Brooklyn
There's nothing but black in pirate's heart
Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don't bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Long John Silver, Long John
died
Oh they took John Henry to the White House
And they buried him in the sand
Every locomotive come roarin' by
Says there lies a steel drivin'
a fact?
You talkin like a real live mack
With the old school Cadillac
With three chicks and a mink in the back
I like that
[John Legend]
Well, alright, now
resing
KD in my blunt mixed with pure resin
I am not guilty, it was alleged
I'ma sing to this girl like John Legend
Gave perks all of me, I'm not John
something only God can give
It is time for Jesus to begin his ministry
John's voice hangs in the air
I baptize in water
But one mightier than I will come
In a dim-lit bar where the stories unfold
There's a whiskey drink that's worth its weight in gold
Its name is whispered in corners far and near
John
The badger sniffed at the fruit before taking it in its strong jaws, munching contentedly.
John was struck by how friendly and approachable the badger seemed.
John's violent
How come he don't get what so willing in the films
John's violent
Doing its a right and by god they love it anyway
John's violent
It's
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
gone for the gallows to hang
Ah, ah
When John Brown walked by on his way to die
Conviction tortured him
He said, "Man is depraved
And there
what I want to know
How does the song go
Come hear uncle john's band
By the riverside
Got some things to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
JK: Is that a new grill you have there?
KW: Nah they've been in my
Mouth for three years
JK: That one on the bottom? OK
Well it's good to see you
KW:
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
sure he forsook them
By telling young John they were dead
At forty years old he walked the long road
That led to his kin in Kentucky
But he could not
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn
I took his wretched life
Now I'm over by the bandstand
It was written in holographic hieroglyphics
Carved inside a pyramid I will be the illest ever spittin'
Living legend in the making haters sucking
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn
I took his wretched life
Now I'm over by the bandstand
Hard to blend in like off white
There's been men that talk tight start bending when sharks bite
I've seen things no short sight
Shots long range no
Boom-boom-boom, no furnace
The sounds are made with
Dooo-dooo-dooo, the burner
My brother hangs in his
Room-room-room, makes certain
That John McClane knows he's
Couple racks in the stash for a fit (mhm)
I'm not talking bout clothes at all (at all) every hater I'm dusting em off (dusting em off)
You can't hang with
colored sky
Two moons above as the days go by
Rocket man John a wanderer in space
On a quest for survival in a distant place
With a giant centipede a clash
They spoke about us in legends, shall not speak
Cannot utter to the father, unholy fodder
Only Titans and Lords see
Your dream Is of the mind, Control is
Ha!
This here's a story about, Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop!
Hee!
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
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