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magic in my arsenal
I feel like John Proctor
I don't beat around the bush
I trim and take care of the flowers

Ayo for real just leave the kid alone
They

If you mad at the way that I was in the past get over it
All this pain on my shoulders you know i'mma soldier my heart was so cold they ain't notice

by collectives
No circles either, perhaps I'm too ether
Maybe just dead livin' in the world neither
Almost Live but I'm no John Keister
But I still

You Made the Difference (Lyrics)
(Written and Performed by John Redmon)
Featuring Patricia Daniels, FAITH Choir

You made the difference in my life

Invisible just like a ghost 
Intangible we finna float 
Can't see me, like I'm John Cena 
Possessed by this beat cuz 
We make the room cold and you

on this, so call is me, You know gang John freely lays me

Knew I wouldn't make it, it's part of my brother's legacy
You know f. Ralph Simon, mash my brother

Set It Off

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz

2006

thoughts
Don't get ya people caught, by my people house
'Cause believe me I'm a set it off, bitch

Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
My click

Get some company, go

I remember the time noone's by my side - so lonely 
Only darkness - no ray of light, lost my will to fight - noone showed me
How

John McClain or
Wayans brothers
Feigning and playing
1000 miles
In my shoes
Bred for fame
Got the queso
Stack chips
Make guac
Yeah my bros
Bang beats
Hot

wichtig simmer verschwinde wider.

Could it be you, calling me down
My foolish heart, turns out the stars
All that I am, is all that you see
You don't need

Johnny Mack, John McHugh
Who am I? Who is you? I don't know
What to say, what to do, how to breathe
How to move, not a clue how to go

Got a few in my crew

expiring
And you've already finished retiring
That bag I'm acquiring, I mean I
Got a bag of concrete mix
By using a spawn cheat glitch
'Cause I traded John's

bitch crossed me like Ai but i aint fall still on my pivot
Had my heart broke by these bitches my trust gone cant be committed
But wit you that shit hit

John McClane, don't die in vain

(Bridge)

My pen game sinks relationships I board
Man in the Mirror, depicts the darkest pics, I'm bored
cnd pouring

House of Fallen Angels

Amie Comeaux

Very Special Angel

(written by jim beauhall and s. johns)

Miss June's old gray two-story
Stands at the edge of town
Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint

Twisted

Motivated by Greed they didn't want us to read,
They cut our bodies in half and spit on our seed.
In the 1640's John Punch Got Life,
He couldn't

through with phases
Sole defense against my sin lies in the Holiest King
You know His Name by now, but claim you don't that's a shame
You heard His message

cart
I'm all heart like John Starks
But I'm Charles oak if they ain't smart
Ayyy I'm on it my girl gone marajuawantit
Gonna squeeze a couple limes
Up in

guys who write rhymes from the heart
Twenty four chambers of love six layers of funk
One creator above and not a chance that we ever giving up
My DNA

value in now by the way
If you dont just get out your way
Endless regret it wont go away

Oh Yeah theres something in your soul
Gotta let it show
If you

not backpack enough, too influenced by Bjork
My beats are too alternative so I’m not reppin’ New York
Imagine if I told God, I buried my talents to rap

plain to see this is my therapy
Tell me how it feel when you can't grip the wheel
Gotta walk around with a heart made of steel
Gotta learn to hunt Gotta

chain on me, so heavy, move slow
Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no
Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no

I got a game we could play, Russian Roulette

this all of my might? Will I ever be ready? I'm not one to cry, but John 11:35
Why, why, don't we kill pride? Mine, mine, stab it in the eye
Lie, lie,