Lyrics:
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
A revealing of Jesus the Messiah divine
God's plan unfolding in every line
Published by an angel to servant John
Words of truth a message to dawn
snow?
Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure
evening)
(Thank you)
(And who is this I see? Why, it's John, Annabel and Georgie Banks)
(You know us?)
(Of course, everyone knows the Banks children)
this projects
They call him Two-TEC's, he tote two TEC's
And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak with
else who might have been running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I
of heat beat
Stranger on a solo misflow dolo
Paid, played the position by the poles glow
Heard it on the TV promo
Swear it ain't me in the PE logo
Remote
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
Who else could it be"
"Nas"
Yo
Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years
me
Is there anybody
Somebody out there
Who can love someone like me
Published by John P. Redmon Music (ASCAP)adm. by Reaching Records. All rights
want for me on the strip (yup)
And I don't lie I confess,
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though,
Gotta
Banjohmin:
Who can train guerrillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow
without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we ah shout
Jah will be waiting there
In this world of calamity
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
Who makes promises for el salvador?
Bobby's getting called. billy's getting called
Juan's getting called, john's getting called . . .
They get a letter
like a backspin
Yeah, like a backspin
We got the jazz, my man
Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk
Or conduct like William Fisher, go to work
dared
Mr. Wonder, then Sir John
Miss Madonna played by Paul
Even royalty
They have to leave by dawn
As they play her
A sound like a prayer
She
The fly by night carnival is closing down
Time to get off this merry go round
Kids and rubes have left the fairgrounds
The rock and roll gypsies
I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit
If you
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
the wind and rain
By havin' strength to go against the grain
Well, there's more folks than a few
Who share my point of view
But they're worried
If they're
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Of justice from it's new wave of leaders:
Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate
Mayor of Philadelphia, whose ignorance
Is surpassed only by those who voted for
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
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