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even in the industry, y'all boys ain't hearing me
Ain't talking sports, but when I walk out, these people cheering me
John Cena, y'all can't see me; like

Whether it's the Rapture or
The second flood
Think about this for a second cuz
Maybe you think you're tough and
They call you thug
You sure you want

Mention my name
Know you mention a Dawn
Boogie man, Step in like I was John
The one with the Wick
Not the one with the Sean
A different level, I'm sending

John Wick
Put some stank on it, make it funky for you
DJ Mani keep it lit, ring of fire, kung fu
Whatchu Saiyin Goku
Stare down a statue, I am right in

the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push

If You So Gangsta

Lloyd Banks

Hunger for More [Clean]

2004

t'ings er' way
I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don
Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John
By any means I protect my charm
Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet,

Yeah 
and I go by the name
This some TMFA initiative Ladies and Gentlemen
introducing

I'm something like
John the baptist to these rap saviours

what?

Why you been by yourself for so long?
Must be something you doing wrong so it's gotta be you?

Yea I thought long and hard about that
But that

how I cut dis snitches arround me
Surrounded, by fake ass niggas, tryna conquer me
They try me, never leave wit a L believe me
I‘m winnin, John Cena in

star!

By a star in the East, least of men
Once were succored in time of needing.
For the star promised peace to those in pain,
And from Galilee was

Glow^ by Ben Mattke

I think I’m ready for a Glow-Up
Imma a take it like a hold up
Put the money in the bag
Imma keep it like swag
Imma spend it

the way towards center fold
Couples, by the set, get their swing on
And dancers tether with roped poles
Spirits hop for hops, double Dutch
Emerald sky

be like poison
And it's evident
(Blue Ivy)
I Know you heaven sent
But went to hell
To steal what's left of it
(A thief)
I need justice for my heart
You

The art of fantasy use it like medecine for the pain
Avoid the mirrors and pray
The body language ain't changed
Patrician dreams proletariat lines

that's more for me no remorse I'll keep
Locked and loaded going to the John, papa knows it
Check the door and key I'm recording these in quarantine 
Y'all

Breathing Apparatus

The Coup

Steal This Album

let's keep the flo' clean 
I seen em comin for a mile through the rearview 
I'll tell you one thing bout them po-po's, they don't LOVE you 

Sheeyit,

money on Twitch
Bitch I'm a john like gotti no wick
Pull up on your block with the
Living my life in purple and blue
Reach for my chain
Get yo ass in

like Glottis
Hot rod god shit
Chron'o'johns out of porta potties
Red paint feint for the cherry choppers
Halfpenny operas
Back and bigger than breadboxes

live for nothing
Ship already sunken
Sails all crusted
Can't sail this ocean blue
Always caught in some blues
Why?
Ain't got a clue
Depression holding

a different zone
Skirted off from the function
Passin' by the boys in blue
Then I got to the crib and seen it on the evening news
I was in the function tryna

was a young man born in the USA

He would not be "fiscally conservative"
And he wouldn't vote for John McCain
All those so called Christians that you

nothing new
I ride around by myself listening to the blues
John Hooker, he was legendary
We sang about the same pain, musical visionary
Everybody dies, but

nothing feels like home

Wake up don’t let it go by
'cause you can’t make it up next time
This life was made for living
But right now I miss that blood that

taquitos
Breed rare like a Tbird or a boneless Tbone
If you Johns ain't Proctor then your opinion is veto
Elgerino by my side and he's movin like a linguinio