Lyrics:
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You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
Johns prideHalted by some outlawsSoon there after joined forcesIn the meantime John plansBecomes Sheriff himselfMaking Gamelyn wantedBut now he´s
the nighttime, be the right time, to ball
out
(Yeah) Who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out
Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there?
Real
the nighttime, be the right time, to ball out
(Yeah) who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out
Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there?
Real
clutch
Like me
Pullin bad bitches
Who like real niggas n athletes
John wall too clutch
Like me
John wall too clutch
Like me
Coming thru
Make room
Watch me
children and men
Who toiled as property
As the yoke fixed fast the ox to the plough
They were yoked to poverty
Holding all this suff'ring in his heart
John
doesn't pay.'"
"I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth."
"President Franklin D. Roosevelt stricken late today."
"Who
who I'm not
You don't hear me saying what I don't believe
I wonder what's here for me
Getting paid by the idea, they just need to see the light of day
by the telephone
She promised that she'd try and ring
So far I haven't heard a thing
I'm glad you came round though
There's something I must know
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya
who always stood by your side
Dear John
I heard you're falling in
Playing house of cards with all your favorite sins
I guess when you're a star, you
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
on the seven sea(l)s
Tell me who's that writin'
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
Call at him by his name
I been floatin'
Home grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll
messenger by the name John to Africa who came to sacrifice.
John had to give up a lot, he gave up, his wife even died but then the people of Omuaro they came
identified in Christ
Who am I
Living life, tryna do things right
Who am I
Who am I
Am I
Who am I
Who am I
Am I
Hi I'm John, these people acting like they know
the Lord, the God of Israel
He has visited his people and redeemed them
(John!) As for you little child, you shall go ahead of the Lord
Blessed be the God
good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh
When I burn
yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like
You're unbelievable
Check the method when I constantly flow
No joke like the pronto, loud so
John Doe up in his condo in Toronto
Can hear
And locked a choke to death
When you were waist deep in Carter's Creek
And Preacher John dunked you down in the water
And raised you up for air
I was there
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death
like "yo, who fighting?"
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