Lyrics:
beatin Mother Nature
Down to her knees
By makin more papers than trees
Niggas please - it's goin down
It's goin DOWWWN! (Uhh like this y'all)
(It's goin
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
gold.
The railway tracks laid down the path, from St. John’s to the west,
With hard work and with unity, they built and did their best.
Through storms
thoughts
When I cried about being bullied by
Jim-John Gillott, she said
Buck up
Shut the pluck up and
Get in the back
She'd dreamed of owning a Chevy
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
start taking crazy chances
You'll get shot down by the cold hard facts of love
Barbara heard the phone ring, heard her lover's voice say "Hi"
But she
Well, Thoreau didn't live in isolation - Walden was just a mile from town
He'd go and drink at the bar near every day
And Marie Antionette, no she
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long-john drawers, long-john stalls
Any stank puss' make my long john, pause
Women on they cell making long john calls
And if
you all getting shot
Sue me, bitch, go run and call the cops
Run and duck when we rolling down the block
'Cause stupid D lynch straight
Don't give
He's a cold beer drinker
a button deer hunter
the best friend a dog ever had
a post hole digger
a mint skull lipper
a john deere cap sportin man
With
on blues go nowhere
My National guitar shines like a dream
On your red leather seat it inflames desire
Red on blues down the highway
John Lee Hooker
(intro)
(verse)
Used to have a cut but
Since I went bald
My cut went john grimy
Slimy and r'd
Mojang, mojang, mojang
I dont wanna be bald
Well thats
and Treachery's both down with me
The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.
Whether urban or top 40, Naughty,
Thought we'd resurrect the where-we-from amensia,
on the wheels, me on the m i see
Let's see we got a couple of new additions
We got come with a little somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d are you m
I know her by her apron
And the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,
A piece of paper in her hand,
She gonna tell old John
She want back her
bout the numbers and the social media gimmicks
You'd never quench they thirst with them watered down lyrics
The industry is in a test tube
We all
Well you can wait by the railroad track
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
You can wait but they won’t be back
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
You could shoot off a cannon
Down the middle of Bond
And attract no attention in downtown St. John's
This getting nowhere is getting to me
Wondering
you have nowhere to go
Play some Ringsend Balcony Bingo
Cross over the Samuel Beckett Bridge
Down Sir John Rogerson's Quay to Pembroke Cottages
Past
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
By Gordon Anderson and john covert January 30, 2021
by our pain
Now Johnny knew, how to turn a fool, of any man he'd meet
And Johnny knew how to take a clue, ten steps ahead of me
For a man who knew, no
(John Wayne Wiggins)
Ginger worked in a cafe
Small town in Tennessee
The cook Joe was a little slow
But he kept the floor mopped
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