Lyrics:
Words by robert sterling music by john mandeville
Some think it all comes down to
Fate and circumstance
Life falls somewhere between
Accident
John the RevelatorHe’s a smooth operatorIt’s time we cut him down to sizeTake him by the handAnd put him on the standLet us hear his alibis
By claiming
and charizmatic automatic, you gonna save me
God bless the day that my sons survive
We strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive
Refugee camp nuts baby, John
some bling up on a bitch
Self-made, stand-up guy
God first, hands to the sky
All I do is ride nigga, yeah
I don't even argue about the bread
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
gonna bring that
steam drill out on these tracks
I'm gonna knock that
steel on down, God, God
I'm gonna knock that
steel on down"
John Henry told
damn it (God damn it)
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend
Or your cold dead hands
Or your cold dead lips
Or your cold dead heart
of lies
John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis
By
damn it (God damn it)
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend
Or your cold dead hands
Or your cold dead lips
Or your cold dead heart
alone
When up walked a tall stranger
He shadowed her move-to-move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove
He took her by the hand
And the room
alone
When up walked a tall stranger
He shadowed her move-to-move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove
He took her by the hand
And the room
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
to say
c man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, John Queue, John Queue
Do it for the fam got a hand on the tool, John Queue, John Queue
c man's gotta do
needs
They never knew about eachother or her evil deeds
She was self vindictive and wicked into shame
God gave her that beauty but ugly was her brain
better have your gat in hand, cause man
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs
Oh Baptize me, my savior
Immersed he was in the waters
Baptized he was in the River
By the hand of John the Baptist
Christened was in the Jordan
can quote a few
She's a cross on a chain and a red wine stain
On her Mamaw's hand-me-down Bible
I heart Tennessee, John 3:16
On the bumper
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
buildin' up
John Lee was drinkin' Jack Black
From a dixie cup
He was rollin' double too
Had me in a tight
Here comes John's dice again
Good God! it's snake
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and beveled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
Which
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
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
Stand up, shake the hand
That drives the truck and works the land
Give a shout out to the man
In the greasy John Deere cap
Got eighteen wheels
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