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Just Another Crazy Click

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

kinds of shit bitch you can't compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't

Boy we high as hell
Steady sipping double cups
You can't afford this drank
Then I guess you out of luck
Aye
We is way to focused running up the bucks

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal [Clean]

1999

live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up

[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon,

Real outlaw like John Dillinger
My lifestyle's scary like
Do it for the block, for the block
Said you'd do it for the block
Real outlaw like John

You spark me no interest
I 
See every time you hit My line 
Makes me wanna grip my phone by the side
Turn it faced down as i 
Tell friends jokes from

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hold on, huh
I make this shit look
Hold on, hold on, look, huh

I make this shit look good, uh
Flexin'

the bus
Now you're shit outta luck
I dunno what to tell you, cuz

Motivation hasn't exactly been my coup de gras
I'd rather lay low than stand up stand up

We Got This

DMX

Poly Sci

1998

lovin' it! 

It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it! 

And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it! 

But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even

old colored feller who the folks was always fond

I don't even remember what his last name was we always
just called him Uncle John

Why I remember when

I Uncle John

Hank Williams, Jr.

Luke the Drifter, Jr.

1969

old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when

enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

But wait my life's out, a night out
Brothers in town, some doubt, a few fights
Now kicked out clubs,

all by hisself
Saying he's the only one that could exist 
Whose God is this?

He said, "I'm here with Jesus" 
But Jesus just shook his head, no
So John

white goose
Titties everywhere
Blinded by my hair
Dogg, who? I know
We all just like em too
Don't lie in the kitchen when I fry
Green tea, that’s me,

his bones beaten crooked
No idea how he took it, and he just played along
I'll always remember, their son's name was John
Yo, I hear them talking

pouring
I saw the movie but I listened to the film scoring
That was the visual soundtrack to my life
Just like Cudi said before he tried to take his life

a waste
Not a peer, near or far, get the fuck out my face
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not

over by police Shit's fucked up, but it could be worse

Shit's fucked up, but it could be worse Yeah, I'm down on my luck, but it could be
worse Now I'm

Good god man I'm feeling like a maniac
In a contest you get a head start since you need the handicap
Get sniped by my rhymes I'm a sharpshooter with

Calculated the odds and still tested my luck
This world full of squirrels trying to get a nut
Trying to stay out these quarrels so I roll it up
Just know it's

amass alas whatever the reason may be
my favourite emcee’s a pirated mp3
plenty well wishes but no luck just broken legs
empty clench fist knead the doe

say it with me
Build a legacy, oyoki Legacy?
Vaseline on my lips
Kissed by luck
Got stuck in a motion, put a dot
Where the was a comma, I got muck
I did

play with the M
Then you play with your luck
Luck
Luck
Ride in a big body this is a truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
Move like John Cena
Can't see me I'm speeding

to be so destructive
When we create the buzz
Raising my remaining children hoping they love
It's never enough

I take it day by day
And play by play
Just

I make my own luck
I make my own luck

Might jump in the crowd; how I be rocking shit
Might blast off, inside a rocket ship
Got my next steps planned