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was great
There I was 17 years old
I called myself into action
Standing outside my high school
Campaigning for Jesse Jackson 

Jesse Jackson had some

Joe's Garage

Frank Zappa

Joe's Garage: Act I

for that old song
We used to play in "joe's garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .

Central scrutinizer:
The white

own songs all by myself, tied to

The legacy that I tried to 
Derive from your artistry and drive through, right? Oooh
But I just wish you were here

silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin

I been

of mess in my life
But wait, you of age, you old too
I control my emotions, yours control you
You bright enough to know when you get impulsive
For me,

/
Francisco /
Co-Dependent relationship /
Ship wreck /
Recollect /
Electoral vote /
Vote me into Senate /
Knit picky Joe Beats /
Joe beats off

Applejack

Dolly Parton

You Are

1980

(Dolly Parton)

He lived by the apple orchard in this little orchard shack 
His real name was Jackson Taylor but I called him AppleJack 
Now old

the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town

on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One

swung the chain with the keys
Singing rap songs
Did a spin move
One of the Jackson's 
Shiny black shoes 
Sold a couple phones 
Flip a Couple Xans 
Gon

those needles 

Hook
He swung the chain with the keys
Singing rap songs
Did a spin move
One of the Jackson's 
Shiny black shoes 
Sold a couple phones

The Geto

Scarface

My Homies

1998

extension cars
And we slanged by to see were my house was
Started stealing out of my mama's perce
Now that she's gone
She lives thrue my songs
And it

of St. Mary-Le-Bow now 
He never lived to see the day 
That old busker John Joe May 
When his story was told the whole world round

Legend has he was a man

John
You baby dick-sucker

Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you

back in time
To a little farm, tucked inside
The Jackson County line

Pack of Camel cigarettes
On the dashboard of the truck
Two old pairs of work gloves

Pony Express

Alabama

The Touch

1986

to himself and he cussed

He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By

fatalnie
Jego ręce drżały jego oczy były przekrwione
I nawet jak na czarnego był bardzo blady

I was down in old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square

(hahaha)
President Joe Byron is a joke
He look old and sick like he bout to die from a stroke (die, nigga)
Governor Cuomo and his brother Chris is

The Shit Is Real

Fat Joe

Represent

1993

[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
To all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens

(I really wanna make love to ya)
Ay
How would you like it if I put a little Marvin Gaye on?
Earth Wind and Fire I'll Write a song for you, let's

Sunflower Joe
Sunflower Joe
He's been around just for a sign
For some old old tree
He's in Brno
Speaks all the languages
Like English, French

chest, yo
I been carrying weight like a gym rack
And I don't mean shit you get rid of
By picking up bottles or packets of SlimFast
Like a Jackson classic,

with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by

This isn't your average song
This isn't your average song
Your average song is three minutes long with a consistently smooth groove
a catchy tune