Lyrics:
"Letter to John Pace Seavering from Denis McCleary
Dated 12 June 1936"
Dear John
Yes, I'm writing
After all this time
How's the publishing game
on the Grey Hound for the first time
Said goodbye to my family for what I thought might be the last time
Three days later I'm downtown for the first time
a lame I'm out here chasing glory
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times
isn't luck ..
I'm the water cut the rock..
Drop by drop..
Y'all ain't got the sauce you dried up..
You got a mean right go punch a time clock..
Let
a legend
But I ain't no fuckin John
I'm a mother fuckin Don
See bitch I get it on
And I might just
Have to go and speed up the process
Cuz all I'm really
I've been gettin' this money
In a way they can't stop me
I've been workin' my magic
And you can call me Houdini
Don't call me John Cena
It's time for all
A legend like Cobain’s strap blaat
They say I’m wasting my time
Where the watch at? How he got that?
They say it wasn’t my time
Where the watch at? Now watch
perfect time to put the fam cuz we shining
We ain’t worry about a thing man we shining
All the hard times, I never ran away, I just stand my place, I got
is not repelled by the silver of the screen
Wolfie's box office gold when his fur flies and eyes gleam
No wonder my heart beats so hard for the Legends
Wack ass
Bitches on it
Clothes stained
By vomit
Back summertime chi
Was prayin for a comet
Hear the hook stop motion
Call it Wallace wit no Gromit
and was raised by the stakes I claimed
so I let the rumors
turn me into a legend
‘cause I'm only human
but a good myth is hard to kill
maybe I'm
too
me nigga
Yeah, and I don't mean to question you
At times it's hard who to believe, the Muslims or the Jews
Sometimes I sit back to myself like none
use called XYZ
Cause she was 'sposed to be my ex
And I kept sayin why?
'Til I pulled up in that Z
Now I just drive by and say
What you makin that bass
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
Robin Hood,
It's been a long time since I've really been up
So many tried to hold me back, so there's no telling me what
Through the flame, I walk again
Who
the legends
Then die slow
But you'll never see what happens
Outside the door
You think that you are worthless
That's probably true
By the time you'll find out
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Put in a hard day's work, get a good nights sleep
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd
But I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
hard, hold up
Getting kind of hard to breathe without you. I know it's hard, hold up
Don't take my oxygen away. Just can't be without you, hip hop.
When
can't 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
can't 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
had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time
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