Lyrics:
John: go! dig it!
You can give it if you got it
If you got it you can give it yeah! give it!
Well, you can give it if you got it
And if you got it
to be a minister but he said no way
Born March 17th 1992
He started acting in his primary school yeah he's
John, John, John, John Boyega
John Boyega,
a major record company, named Bald-Headed John . . . King of the Plookers . . .
Father Riley B. Jones:
This is the story 'bout
Bald-Headed John
peace, peace...)
Peace -
let's hope for peace, (peace, peace, peace, peace!)
Peace -
let's hope for peace,
peace -
let's hope for peace.
Oh, John, let's
grraow, grraow) john Wick (pew, pew)
Call of Duty shit (pew, pew)
When it come to the artillery
I'm very talented
Takeoff Dahmer, I be killin' shit (argh)
am not the magma, I am not the crust
and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and was hed on John
And he said that I will be a cigerrate
(Big John, big John)
Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad
(Big John, big John)
Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad
Then a miner yelled out, there's a light up above
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save, big John
everywhere
Pipes running where they please
John sees his laws are broken
Trees drowning where they breathe
Now John used to be a mellow man
Drinking
men
John Daniel, there's somethin' about you that I don't quite understand
John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?
So, "You want to be
Uh yo
Uh, uh
Uh yo yo
John Blaze John Blaze
Uh uh huh
Uh uh mm hm mm hm
Yo
John Blaze eh eh he
Why can't I explain (I explain)
Uh yo
Uh, uh
Uh yo yo
John Blaze John Blaze
Uh uh huh
Uh uh mm hm mm hm
Yo
John Blaze eh eh he
Why can't I explain (I explain)
Jes' listen to de col' steel ring
Lawd, Lawd, Jes' listen to de col' steel ring"
Oh, de captain said to John Henry
"I b'lieve this mountain's
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
now there's only one left down there to save, Big John
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came
uh, huh)
Could it be you're John Blaze?
(Uh, huh, John Blaze)
You're John Blaze
(Uh, huh)
Boy, you blowin' my mind, boy, you blowin' my mind
a hospital with almost all o' his family (Yeah!)
Work has its dull days; it can be slow as molasses
But work with John, boy-your day just became fantastic
He
above!'.
And 20 men scrambled from a 'would be' grave
now theres only one left down there to save, Big John.
With jacks and timbers, they started back down,
to the crossroads
Sell your soul to gain power over
King of the mole people
Corrupted have your soul devoured
Rot from within you were tricked
John b leedleneiner
uh, huh)
Could it be you're John Blaze?
(Uh, huh, John Blaze)
You're John Blaze
(Uh, huh)
Boy, you blowin' my mind, boy, you blowin' my mind
straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in
Shantz On This Beat So You Know Its Straight Heat
Aye
JF, JF
JF Kennedy (Aye)
Yea, Yea (Aye)
DropTop Roof That's John F Kennedy
Most of these niggas,
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready, Lord
To walk into Jerusalem, just like John
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I
John
I want to be ready
I want to be ready
I want to be ready, Lord
To walk into Jerusalem, just like John
Walking in Jerusalem, just like John
I want
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