Lyrics:
Lord, I'll beat that driver by a mile
Old John Henry started pounding down the steel
The steam drill was there by his side
They both drove steel for ten
here's to all my uncles and aunties
in their prime
in their pomp
in their best cardigans and slacks and summer shifts and flatties
janglin' their
here's to all my uncles and aunties
in their prime
in their pomp
in their best cardigans and slacks and summer shifts and flatties
janglin' their
knew your name
Well the street only knew your name, your name
Well Walter and John, Katie and Ron
Used to hang out by the corner lamp light
Get
In the council room, kings, pick a seat
In the air looms there a crystal sea
We done the work, now it's time to feast
Become an apex legend
Be the last
Busker John Joe May ©2004 Jon T. Howard
For twenty five years John Joe May played the Underground
In the alcove at Notting Hill Gate that busker
dude
I only hang out with winners
Mentality of let's get our dinners
I been in Lisbon getting my flowers
Now I'm about to make bread in printers
I'm
a ghost 'cause I'm here now
I've eviscerated every tree in the forest; now am I harmless
Thing is that wasn't a threat; it's just a promise
I mean, is there
John John Da Don
What's your puppies name? Jean
Claude The Dog?
Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight
You got the most mix matched face
Chipmunk
a legend I'm a living legend yea I did this shit prior
Done put on for my hood niggas better go and give me my flowers
Living in the stu the way I spent like
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
John Wall
Getting Washingtons John Wall
Wanna shoot it your call
Been on my grind since grade school
Even in the sun nigga I stay cool
Phony ass niggas
Oh, yeah, oh
You had just walked in from work
And there's a letter in the kitchen
With your name on it
Inside, you will find
An answer for
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
And did I tell you John Holmes was white?
Uh oh, we can't let the urban legends die
'Cause I be Mandingo and he be the gringo
It ain't supposed to go
the play pen
To tie a noose around my fucking neck and then I'd play dead
Hang there breathless
Use the same method
As Robin Williams
Ain't that how Mrs.
no camera's, forget a quote
Some of my family doing good, most doing dope
I from Virginia where they hang the n-ggas by rope
I used to see my
in the Tesla
I'mma take yo lady 'cause she special
I keep the pipe, 'cause I'mma bust it if there's pressure
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you
me balling I'll be Steph Curry with the wrist boy
Taking all these hits boy
Is there anybody like this boy
I'm a legend in the making when you see me
ride if you Worthy if you go Carmen Electra
And I'ma die a legend cause I ain’t ever gon' let up
In my Hall Of Fame Speech i'ma talk my shit
I'ma tell
30, 30, 23 I'm a living legend
Dressed in all black
Bitch my swag like Armageddon
30, 30, 23 I'm a living legend
Dressed in all black
Bitch my swag
tell a nigga
How you feel when they here
This is for all those livin stars out there
The ghetto legends (real niggas)
Niggas that's really doin
shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame
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