Lyrics:
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by
There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
Lost in the depth of the straw man fallacy
Where none can leave a legacy
Identity quests are now aimless, roaming urban faceless
Jakes on dirty
Kenyattah Black human being
Who being the UPN
Sent home boy got a space like, "you peeing"
Me being the man that I am
Came to teach those to say
been lost in my head, I been lost all around
Not much space in these lungs for fresh air
Too much space for the reefa
Somehow you made space for you
faster every year
You learned to live in silence
I learned to live in lies
And we both igored the empty spaces
Growing in our eyes
Your breath
space
Sending my
Sos to get help
I am lost here
By my self in
Space
In space
Lost i space
In space
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
That I tend to bend in space when I come in contact with pot
But time heals all, live your life panoramic
I Scorsese these angles with cinematic dynamics
the snare hit the count as it floats by
With leads on the strings making music's so fly
When I feel like I'm weak man
I look up to the sky and quote John
a
Snake over by the lake
And it looked like he's really, really hurt
He was lyin' in the dirt
Oh, we went it as fast as we could run
But we lost little John
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
tears
All in vain it was no game
For he'd lost an old friend
In the end, in the end
Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat
People everywhere would
[Verse 1]
Suicide bomb, from Al'Qaeda to the Qu'ran
Represent your clique and our Jihad, bangin from God to Enron
Bin Laden is still C.I.A.
John
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
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
IN THE VALLEYS AND ATOP THE MOUNTAINS
VERSE ONE: (John)
Like a vessel searching for the harbour from the sea
Battered by the storms and the waves
his time, for the heat to cool off
When he was gonna make his break
At the crack of dawn, in the early morn
John Brown made his break
But the Sheriff
[Featuring John Doe]
John Doe/ (Vex):
ohhhhh
yeah
(John Doe, this sound like the Sho Shot)
yeah
?, that flow like the breeze
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
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