Lyrics:
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
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
can live like legends (yeah, yeah)
Down to hold the line like Selassie
Hold the seventh seal of Heaven every time
If a subtleties committed, somebody
You fall asleep in a piggy hotel
On the back of 'Bleach'
And Irvine Welsh
Cause Matthew, Mark, Luke
John and Giddens fucking lied
I dig your house
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
Burning from the sky burning from the sky
He's burning from the sky
Jet, burning from the sky, Icarus
Legend, told by the blind it was Bush
Do you
what I unfold
Was written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend
Never flee up from my enemies,
what I unfold
Was written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend
Never flee up from my enemies,
Drowning myself in gasoline
Burning down the house with gasoline
Filling up my cup, yuh, fuck a lean
I'ma kill myself with gasoline
Drowning myself
I'm turnin' back into that old ragin' monster
Face it you cock suckers, I'm a legend of apex
My brains upside down so whenever I take tests
I end up
come crashing down
Slow burning down the house
I lost my head in the fragrance
Dank so good got me hanging
Off the ledge and it come crashing down
Slow
I preach my dear friends you are about to receive on john barley
Corn, nicotine and the temptations of eve.
[john doesn't sing/say this first
Swerving down the road, i'm rolling with my clone
We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor
John Cena, you can't see us through
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
cigarette and let the match fly
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
If tonight is
I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
I got the birds, pigeons (I got the pigeons)
They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside)
I might
don't see country stars getting dropped by guns
Is it the lifestyle, record labels or the wealth
I sit down and ask myself
Why do rappers have to die
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
a fire
Bring down the rain
This house is burning again
Put out the flame
Bring down the rain
You were told that the storm would just roll on by
Then I went over to the house next door
Her teardrops fell like rain that day
When I told Joni what I had to say
Joni, Joni, please don't cry
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