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próbę
Jest jakimś pieprzonym mitem
Każdy ma tu ambicje jak
Jakiś John Rockefeller
Ładnie żenią nam fikcje tu kasyna i burdele
Ja wyżymam intelekt i piszę

his eyes
Spread lies like the media
Runnin' for suicide
Often I don't try, you rappers is Papa John
Got the floor mack controllin'
Your whole design

selling all my Ritalin 
Mare makes eggs
Then she gets down to business
By 3 she's comatose
Dark den
Snowy television 
So I'm learning Cherub Rock

Yo, yo

Muszę cash robić dzisiaj, by jeść i oddychać
Choć tlenu mi brakuje, czasem nerwicy pożywka
Jadę z tym na rympał jak Kubica (yo)
Bo czas

Emory
I told her thanks for the
Mammaries I mean the memories
A set of g's by her own admission
Listen, A Ganga moving of his own volition
I'm talking

wuh wuh)

And again we were told others tried to escape (Wuh wuh wuh wuh wuh)
By jumping from the top floor of the interrogation room (Wuh wuh wuh wuh)

wuh wuh)

And again we were told others tried to escape (Wuh wuh wuh wuh wuh)
By jumping from the top floor of the interrogation room (Wuh wuh wuh wuh)

prawem tutaj jest na bakier
John Malkovich jak grał Ruska to mówił „madier fakier"
Inwazja planetarna do plaży się zbliża
W tym czasie w sztabie w Gdyni

from the presence of the Holy Spirit brethren
We can't do it by our strength
It only comes via the Holy Ghost
Hebrews 13:1 talks about let brotherly love

(You're a wizard Harry)

Survived them record deals, I'm still here, my nigga
By special delivery, like G-Dep and Diddy
I never left my city,

Written by: Mason Horne, John Byron, Blake Pendergrass

Well I’ve been drinking again just enough to admit
That I’ve been getting tired of us just

Written By: Mason Horne, Randy Montana

Ya didn’t think about what you left behind ya 
The memories in these county lines and 
This ole boy in a John

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Huh, look
I just be focused on bringin' packs in
They like, "What's on his hip?"
They know he packin',

Warszawę
Jedziemy z tym tematem ten rap jest unikatem
Katem dla komery w obronie jak John Terry
Twardo zawsze na nogach w ludziach nie szukaj wroga
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I used to work a job at Papa Johns dressed up like a pizza slice out on the lawn 
and I would wave to the passers-by who would sometimes flip me off

broken, by the unit counts fall / While down on the Street, voices rise up and the rhythms rhyme with the beat / It's a sound, make a sound Now / Join in

Piece by piece the scales fall from her eyes
She's really starting to see my human side
Too uncouth and unrefined
But then I see that smile
She loves

First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be

tota scriptura
All of scripture was told by John Calvin
So if you LDS Jehovah's Witness or if you Roman Catholic
Please don't insert your own authority

plus they're all scrubs, John Hopkins'
Just trynna separate bread winners from crumb snatchers
And turn these fraud ass gun clappers to gum rappers
I'm

moved to the city and ran that race
It didn’t take long to feel out of place
Had to get back home where I belong

Take a two lane highway down by

U Awwwready Kno!!!!
                             By:AC Da'Perfecto


Chorus:Ain't Gotta Tell You Where I'm From...U Awwwready Kno! 
    Who Bakin'

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Tall one sits next to John who's always drinking Coors
Aw shit man, there goes Ray walking by
Good Estella she can see him out the corner of her eye

The girl they call Jeannie
Looks like Mussolini
She's rat-a*sed and out on the pull
And there on the dance floor by the light of the jukebox
She