Lyrics:
John Lennon
He was one of the lads from Liverpool
He suffered family trauma and tragedy in his life
He was interested in music as a youth
He was
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
crimes
And we both liked American rap rhymes
Even though we didn't understand one line
If you remember my line of notes in my last album
I talked about
Sarah, the proud mother of young Sebastian
Suburban professional went to college in Ashton
In self pity she suddenly cried
Would my life be important if I
I'ma get by
Hit 'em with the Tek Nine
Better quit lying
Best not disrespect mine
Cause I got it
Said, Lil bitch I got it
Straight to the grave, I gun
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
somewhere
Tuning my guitar
Knock once, I got ten minutes
And every night's the same
Sometimes I wish I wasn't in it
When I hear them call my name
Same
"By And By The Way"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
Deep in contemplation
Praying in my hands
Lord
a while
But still, we really miss his smile
Ivo is one of a kind
He's been living by my side
We played guitars on stage
Sadly our friends they couldn't
Enterprises Studio & Doc Powell
LIVE DRUMS: John Li'l John Roberts
BASS GUITAR AND VOCALS: Marcus Miller
SAXOPHONE: Keith Anderson
LEAD GUITAR: Chalmers Spanky
Traditonal arrangement by
Auldridge, Gaudreau, Coleman and Klein
© 1993 AGCK Music/ Mountainside Music (BMI)
Well I woke up early with those
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause
I'm jonesin' for fascination
So many people walkin' by but I can't seem to catch a single eye
I'm done with domestic vibrations
I've played too
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
trombone
Looking down on 'em like R.C. drone
Mr telephone man give 'em dial tones
I ask what would you do like John Quinones
If your girl got boned by a big
Stop Breaking Down Track #3 2:53
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson)
(John Lee Williamson)
Chicago, October 19, 1945
with Big Maceo -
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