Lyrics:
A sickly child, it's no wonder why I'm ill
And stand out like a gold digger paying the bill
Doper than snorting pills with a vein full of herron
By this Necropolis
Then I saw a new heaven
And a new earth
The old heaven
The old earth had vanished
And there was no more sea
And I, John, saw
some slack
I kill for my family, that shit is a fact
One time for the home down the Rez road
Two times for the crew in the city, though
Legend has
by the cage kickin' rocks
Sold, crack rock now a nigga can rock the world
If the money's ever low I hope stocks drop aswell
I own shares they ain't
the road I paved with gold
I've got petals for the bitches they call me a rose
They tried to bury me but I still rose
Now when they see me its no wonder they
Twisted
Motivated by Greed they didn't want us to read,
They cut our bodies in half and spit on our seed.
In the 1640's John Punch Got Life,
He couldn't
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
Bundles
Move just like Jason
Bitch, don't test my patience
Bitch, money my odor
I ball, check my floater
Gold grill in my mouth and
My bitch by my
getting ahead of myself drinking gold rum
Her gold tone looking like a crown
I wonder how I never saw her brown skin around
I'm ready to "profess" go
King James
And bow my head to The Father
Each day in Jesus name
I’m just a country boy
Looking for the city
Brother John saw coming down from
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
creeping on a come up, doing it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Brought styles motherfuckers
spinning me
Like rotisserie
In the city be
Broken egg shells
Took my jesus role a little too far
And put too much faith inside my costar
Im to big
hear is bars about these bitches and Bugatti shit
Everybody hating, ain't enough to get new Godi lit
John C. Holmes in the kitchen, fuck him and beat
a mufuckin clown
Alone in the city where everyones brown
Shout out to those that will still hold me down
When it seems like its beetter 6 feet in the ground
that I'm needy smiling with money ironic I'm cheesy
I'm blessed
It's hard to move out the city (Why)
My family need me aye
Fuck up them commas
You fuckin
out the wazoo
Poof call me cosmo
think I need my Wanda where she at
Here I am I don't play by the rules
Make some money while I sleep
Finna count some
with me
You can
Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke
I'd rather
Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat
New York City in the building nigga
never saw defeated
I saw my city make their mark and they've been charting recent
I just hope ya'll get it in, while ya arts in season
She ain't got
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
it back
It was a seal of faith
Before no car notes, baby girl
She played the tourist guide
Got the keys into my city
Now she know the rides
Got new
touch kids
I touch souls
You rhyme plastic
I rhyme gold
You won't go
Where I go
You so low
You find hoes
Near by hotel zones
cnd pay for those
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