Lyrics:
today for your name
It is written on tunnels and ships
On the streets of New York
And the New Jersey slips
Be proud, sons of Erin, an Irishman he
John
that love shit we getting rich
Everything you want we about to get
We'll get there in a New York Minute
We'll get there in a New York Minute
And last
to the cultural birth of Hip Hop
From Hamilton Hill, Schenectady, Upstate New York
Hamilton Hill, Schenectady, Upstate New York
Hamilton Hill, Schenectady, Upstate
You're tryin' make me you by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems
twenty-eight years old when he set foot down in New York
He made his way on up to Montreal
He met a man named Andrew Todd who said let's go to Mackinac
You'll
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great Dane
Try me, end up like Rolly
SONIC JOY Records present „Clairvoyance“, the new single of ENIGMATRIX, which again features a unique Epic Dubstep symphony accompanied by
grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go, bro
Word to JoMo,
grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go, bro
Word to JoMo,
Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat
York New York, from Clue to Flex
New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rappin got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, I even rap
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater
start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm
John Is Dead (In Memory Of John Lennon)
New York City, it´s December the eighth.
A monday evening. Santa Claus, he´s quite late.
And Christmas time
confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets,
All I know for certain is I'm gonna be better than yesterday
That's a fact, pull the curtain back, greet the unique new day
Ceramic ashtray, breathe
wise up
The news is not pretty
And so is the coast
It's really just...you know
The stools at the beach and the rule in the street
By the chiefs in
pay homage
Fat-mouth the Dogg and I'm straight up the heart
Now everybody know that California and New York, we rockin'
Never ever try to run up
(here in london where the rain is pouring down)
I wish you were here
(on this airplane headed back to new york town)
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm
like a death raga
Riveted by the arriving flesh-scent of lost men
Every man in New York City has conduct disorder
Everyone is shwasted by nine
I am
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
We were standing atop Meridian
Sunsetting orange flames
John smoking and saying
"What if New York were just as close
To heaven as we are tonight"
I
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