Lyrics:
We here for the rain,
we here for the war we been through the pain (pain)
I'm here for the vengeance,
John Rambo when he strapped with them thangs
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
sergeant its straight from Washington
No one leaves the grounds now not anyone
As fast as we load the planes we're gone
Chris
But my girl's out there!
John Doe (duplicate):
By - Jesslee, Steve Virginia, Nico Brey
(Verse):
Empty eyes
Staring up into the sky
Not a doubt I can’t deny
You’ve gone
stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like john starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
"Can you get me breakfast?
Oh and John's here too, you remember John?
He's the one I was sleeping with while you were gone?
He's hungry too, so if you
light
Keep shining like a star
Yo light gone shine on the world
She in a cold cold world
Triple phat type a low
Long Johns and a beenie
But the cold still
We may seem happy like everything's alright
But from the outside looking in
Everything's uptight
But deep down inside we're covering up the pain
tranquil
(I'm) getting shots - girl, I drank too, get these shots, every angle
John Lennon, Kurt Cobain too, living legend, you're a lame dude
You's a last
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
gone
Gone
Gone never to be seen or heard from again
It's like the game I used to love is simply gone with the wind
I love the ladies they're so
the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
you're a broke English major"
I still live with Mom and Dad and it's kind of sad
When this Stanford grad brings ladies to his pad
"What up girl?"
"Aren't
I know that he got me
I get John Wheeler
All of his responses gon' be copied (Gone)
Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded
(What up?) eat that
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
know my name on the road
You're a liar, you'll love this fame on the road boy
You want to be John Wayne on the road
Then go ahead you will get blaze
never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared
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