Lyrics:
smell, and everyone is looking well
As far as anyone can tell, the sun will rise tomorrow
You'll never believe how much they're growin'
John Henry
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice,
Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart and
Genghis Khan and
On to H. G. Wells.
Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din
Henry Luce
now, how's that even work?
I don't know
Let's roll a blunt, hit a bump
Read a body like I'm thumbing through a book
Nice enough to let you get away
Blunts on blunts
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoo ooo okkee
On the block we sell
Dope dope dope
Do do dope
Get lit get lit
Get high
I get high I get high
That's strong enough to hold my rage
For it'll take more to hold my tongue
Than your prison and your knives and
Your clubs and your guns
Now, John Henry
Poor John Henry could never prove his worth I sure hope he makes it in the end
So frustrated always underrated I sure hope he makes it in the end
I am Eric Garner trayvon Martin
Michael Brown john Crawford
Rekia Boyd aiyana Jones
Oscar Grant the Third timothy Stansbury Jr
Ramarley Graham i am
Yuh, Yuh (Yuh, Yuh)
Every day (Every day, Every day)
Every day (Every day, Every day)
Smoke a blunt (Every day, Every day)
Smoke a blunt (Every day,
shoes, gonna dance with it
Lil John Henry he said to Sue,
If I was barefootin' would you barefoot too
Sue told John, "I'm thirty two,
I've been
the sharp scaple
Technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
Blunts cherry bomb
Very calm
First bursts like a shot from
this
[Chorus: x2]
[Nas]
Can I talk to you Mr. President
Niggas trying to get with the computers
We ain't John Henry
Banging down machines
I'm here to represent this
[Chorus: x 2]
[Nas]
Can I talk to you Mr. President
Niggaz tryin to get with the computers
We ain't John Henry
Three five in my blunt
I got dulce in my cup
Three five in my blunt
I got dulce in my cup
Three five in my blunt
I got dulce in my cup
Three five in
Jean Paul
Demons everywhere
Jean Paul
Demons everywhere
Jean Paul Gaultier
Bitches everywhere
Jean Paul Gaultier
Demons everywhere
John Paul
A meal like that, yo, we never ate
Then we met Brian and the Microdot crew
Martin Matt and John Plateaux [or] John Platt too
Adrenalin village was
alone forbidden in the city
Running fast through time like Tubman and John Henry
But the time was wrong
Illegal aliens moaned
It's such a pity that
to the fact that my Rolex a fifty
Arm & Hammer like I'm John Henry
Professor Klump pockets, I'm a chemist
Racks on me like I'm playing tennis
A hundred thousand
shoes, gonna dance with it
Lil John Henry he said to Sue,
If I was barefootin' would you barefoot too
Sue told John, "I'm thirty two,
I've been
Frankie Vaughan, Kenneth Horne, Sherlock Holmes
Monty, Biggles and Old King Cole
In the pink or on the dole
Oliver Twist and Long John Silver
Captain
the light up in my blunt, no fear
Burn the match for yo old shit, future is here
Get the cash from out yo mattress man, fuck it, let's spend it
Spin the wheel
still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Wet from here
now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed
que chamar o Henry Lee
Ele chegou com aquele flowzin, yeah
Impossível de não virar
O corre desse vetin
Sumindo com essa grana, levo a bitch pra Bahamas
the bees
Now they got big scars on there face
Ow
One shoe on there feet with no trace of a Lace
Henry's scared and Lisa's lost lookin at Space
They were
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