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usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
driving steel
Said "Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
"I was born drivin' steel"
Well now John Henry hammered in the mountains
He'd give a grunt he
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
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(x2)
{V1}
I am the black hole sun
I can just morph into fourths then your done
And in the course of my journey
force was my calling
had to coerce
BELIEVE IN
IM THE NIGGA
2X
WHOS A STAR NOT SEEN BY THE WORLD
YEAH A STAR STILL HIDDEN
IM THE NIGGA
2X
GO FIGURE....
HIT IT LIKE A MOVIE
YOU CAN CALL
a tree
The mountains taught me how to be the ground
How to let the people living in my heart
How to feel the eternal rebirth
The multiverse...
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
Uh she got the whole, world, in her jaws
When she feel it tighten up, don't stop and don't pause
I got the whole, game, in my head
Don't fuck for
di ditch) get up!
(New York uno better respect 2PAC) outlaw!
(an di yute Big, dem proud to be black)
Thug Life! to die
(Jealousy some of them act
talkin' to you
Two thousand people hollered, "Go, John Henry"
Then somebody hollered, "The mountain's caving in"
John Henry told the captain, "Tell
The coach, it pulled into the town, it opened up its door
A lady with an eyepatch stepped down, black the cloak she wore
A bona-fide cold-blooded
black war
Best you ever saw and it comes in a three or a four pack
In a month or two I'll be back
To confer with you on both of my works
In my
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
would whirl
Black as the night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was strong for this Mexican maiden
I was in
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed
of a gallon or two
Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk, they can't fly
From smellin' the good ole mountain dew
Oh they call it that ole mountain dew
all intact
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black?
Freaks be movin' in fly sneaks
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold
to fill four U-Hauls
More death than World War II caused
Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
haters going to die because after
dollars and cents only the strong survive
[C Murder]
in gats we trust no limit niggaz going to bust
if you ride
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
And it's up from here for the black future dude
My black ass wife putting in that work too
Yo Black Lives Matter what I gotta say last
And if you don't like
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