Lyrics:
getting scary for y'all niggaz now) what's good
There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
Say a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us all
Come take my hand now and hold on tight
Take one last look at that wall
Think
eaten away by plauge and insanity, flesh falling like strips of bark from a termite-infested tree, bones rotting turning first to brittle ivory then
Did you ever get the felling you're being followed?
Are you not familiar with the Revelations of St.John
The final book of the Bible, prophesied
possibly
Conceived of Shakespeare
So we can never possibly imagine our destiny
Look, if you take the whole of time represented by one year
But only in
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
I came I'm John McClane
I took a plane (cos it's a really long way on the train)
My marriage it don't look too jolly
But I'm still in love with my
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint
on the street,sing with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
You're sitting in the same spot
You want to go home
But there ain't no home but home on the range
You've
Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37
Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire
was born in him
He learned his art from the world that he knew
One evening George Silvertop, passing by, chanced to stop
He took one look and he knew
congressman
[Nas]
Step up to the White House let me in
what's my reason for being I'm ya next to kin
And we built this motherfucker
You want to kill me
congressman
[Nas]
Step up to the White House let me in
What's my reason for being I'm ya next to kin
And we built this motherfucker
You want to kill me
Walking on down to the seventh grade dance
And I don't know what we're going there for
No one's gonna talk to us, we'll look real silly
Staring
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
out, clean this house, be about
Something real that got's some meaning to it
How you going see me through it? Space cowboy..
[The Soul of John
by the neon sign
And the opulence he maintains
If Amazon can deliver salvation
I'll order it up on my phone
With big brother watching me always
Had no life
I was feeling like
Some kind of unfinished project
I had a friend John
He said let me turn you on
To the saint of Inanimate Objects
into her eyes
I watch the sunset in her heart
It makes me want to die
She said "Follow me down"
Down to the ocean
Saying "Hey Captain John"
You know you
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, huh
Remember I had basketball dreams, huh
I hit the block and shot a different type of three, huh
Driving by on the highway
Might not look like much at all
And just a few stoplights and county road signs
And the field where I played ball
Yeah,
Look what you've done
You gigolo
Another hustle has been run
And now you ought to know
That this fool
Can no longer be swayed
By the tools
Of your
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