Lyrics:
Bullets blow bad, brother, back to back, I slam
Bread and butter, break beats to Bamm-Bamm
Jump off the gym before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet,
raise no dummies, I dug her rap!
Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't get da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass
watch the moon rise up
see the great red sun go down
watching clouds go by through a windy sky fascinates me
but if i do it in the street every cop I
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to holler
"come on, Jack, come home"
Come on, Jack, come home
Now I know you don't need to
But if it would please you
You can stop by later on
And I'll fix
all of you guys say
Whether I'm not around
Or I left the room
Just wasting away
But if you need me
I'll be
In my room
Listening to
Jack Johnson's
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal
If they don't kneel, They get peeled
Bitches recognize I never have no drama
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
back in June
If she ain't back by August I may sing a different tune
Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come
Jack:
My dearest friend,
if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we could gaze into the stars
Jack and Sally:
and sit together,
hookers all day
I'm just having fun, yeah
This is what the world's come to
If you're offended by this shit
I'm saying "Good, fuck you"
Tsss, I'm just
Hugh Jack' Wolverine for his claws 'fore they could stick (no)
Pacifist? Nah, put Danny Rand past the fist
I had to grip a couple shields, both caps
you know what?
You can't say nothing 'bout his face
Doesn't mean nothing
(I'm a defender of your face you know that?)
If I slewed you I would
Never
they could see 'I'm
Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him
Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel
Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
If I had a hundred grand
And I'll be god damned if I throw it
In the air Like I didn't care
And I must say it's no way and nowhere
There's no pocket
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
I met this girl late last year
She said don't you worry if I disappear
I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend
've had my fill of the big towns and all the glaring neon lights
I'd give anything to sit by daddy's fireplace late tonight
And just once more if I could
could never understand a black man
Don't take it no more
If you see Robert Johnson, you too Robert Marley, Robert Mugabe
Now tell him I hear
If you
look back
It's a very strange world and I thank you, Master Jack
I saw right through the way you started teachin' me now
So someday soon you could get
and the dick hard
Now, if you with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, you know what I mean?
I ain't tryna turn you all niggas into alcohols, alcoholics
Know I got her stressed out
While we settle all our differences
If you grew up where I grew up
Then you cant keep your innocence
That's why I
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