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pay attention to you John Doe's
I could never trust a man who wearing a belt that's covered in rhinestones
I'm a Bad Boy like I'm Sean Combs
I'll do

to peace
My velocity
Cause animosity that
Grows in anatomies
Call it botany
No apology
Who planted the seed
I managed my trees
Till they flourish with

don't really do names I know em by deeds
John Doe
No don't gimme those, uh uh
Uh uh, Uh uh
Please don't gimme those
All y'all look alike
Uh huh
Dimmsdale

Those the ones that I bump from the subs in the trunk 
'Cause I'm twisting up in CT (yeah)
I was in my Sean John hoodie with a taste of Sam Goody
Back

from Inspectah, hard lectures drawn from a deck of
Cards, can't deal with broads who won't respect ya
I'll swoop in like protectors, avenge in Scarlet

than with a king flow, flow so frozen, had Elsa at the crib
For show, need a black queen, John Majors, what do niggas know, homecoming battle rap
Major

yeah grab her by the hair, yeah
I made her drop and give me head, yeah
Now we having sex, yeah

She wants more from the best, yeah
From the door

Clap Yo Hands

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

puffin Havana
Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
You rockin Big John's, your watch is

see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit

at John Paul  
Pedistal she was on  
The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall  
She's the quintessential  
Held the monumental  
It's no lie, in

[based on John Milton's PARADISE LOST - 1667]

They rise from this fiery region,
On dragon-like wings, by thousands they've come to war.
And dark are

the time
Main man done made himself a couple million
Stay yourself
Just be true to who you are, nigga
They keep askin' C4 how did
I become a star quicker? I

mystique
They wouldn't dare look in my eyes
But just underneath was a terrified girl
Who clings to her pillow and cries!
My looks were just like prison

Minding my business, tryna die of old age
It ain't strange, we arrive with no name given
So vain, John and Alice Coltrane
Kinda love don't stay,

Day Is Dawning
by Andre Andersen / John West


Once I had a Dream
Like a voice in the distance
Call out from the night
Asking me for the answer

collagen lips
I rip through the state of
Maine with the halogens lit
I'm not Rick but I spit Slick
I'm rapping and making the
Fakest of rappers who

They wouldn't dare look in my eyes
But just underneath was a terrified girl
Who clings to her pillow and cries!
My looks were just like prison bars

and play it cool but I know you a lick
Weighin' the money up just like a brick
We got them tips, female John Wick
Walked down like it's Jason
I don't read

Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but

over my vans
I got merch for all of yo' fans
With the Glock feel like John Wick
On your grave where I'm taking my piss
Wanna play now you're in

John Gray was a gardener
Who, with his wife and bairn
Arrived in Edinburgh
The century was nearly turned
The year was 1800
That year was harsh

Hahaha
Fross
(It's Great John beats, baby)
Movie bitch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy bitch
Nigga done got shot up for that goofy

I'm  a  Miracle    
(Written  by  John  Redmon  and  Vila  Germany)  

(I)  He  asked  me  a  question  but  I  failed  to  answer  him.    He  asked

by,
like ya midterm when you lose ya thumbdrive,
like ya third eye that's about the blue sky,
like a quick tongue that between ya two thighs,
be