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yo blood flow
Situation sticky get like Ricky you smell gun smoke

Cruising down in Calabasas v6 engine 4 by 4
Did it for the music he thinking he

And on the elevator (Elevator)
Fake embraces, yeah I can tell a hater (I see you)
I know you moves, can't beat me, mind reader (Yes)
Already gone, can't see me, John

John the Baptist
I been baptizing hoes get em wet like rapids

cll my exes daddy issues like raven and slade 
cnd now they want me to be their romantic

niggas down one by one you could call me John Madden
Forty with thirty up in the clip, Yeah I'm shooting automatic
Yeah I'm shooting automatic, Prodigy no

Yeah yea yea You already know who it is man it's ya boy Vafy man
Ah ain't got no more opps that look like me
We either killed that shit mentally

and I'll die a martyr
I got my Nikes from Pardner
I had the snidest braders
The OE was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances
Eediat tell me 'bout

sniffed till I'm wired
I'm just saying how I feel cause
This shit got me tired
I'm exhausted, by my street hustle
But it costed
Death that grew around in my

"meet me by the gates"
War ready, war ready, stay scheming
Skinny nigga, pot belly, stay eating
Break bread, I do more than break even
I ain't following

Psychonaut

Fields of the Nephilim

Earth Inferno

1991

The Fields of the Nephilim
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Psychonaut
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Revision 4. 11 Feb '93.
(Kind of) Transcribed by John Mc Donagh

Death in Prague

Babylon Whores

Death of the West

Kings adored, abhorred
Apple, crown and sword
Lions green and red
By fire killed and wed

One more day youÂ'll see
Master good John Dee
Wisdom's

Erase You

ESG

ESG

1991

Tonight will be preceded by
A few drinks to calm me down
To settle my gut, to work up a smile
Because your bones are shakin'
Baby, agitate my

Johns, couple streets from Barrets/
Mama told me to avoid the neighborhood terrorists/\
I was a good kid, still gettin blurped/
Askin for my ID and search,

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck
And I don't do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut
Gang

I'll break a bitch
Make her pay the whole meter
Suckers, all they rap about is weed
It get deeper
Let's talk about your dead homies
Too much bread on me

He traded me John Madden for
-I don’t remember the name
But it was weak though
The streets though, they play with perico
So Tito became my hijo, he had

intellect-look at that,  go figure 
i dont rap, state facts til the fakes disappear 
shouts out to houdini- john cena cant see me
but i bet hes blaring all my shit

like what is your purpose
Cuz if you don't know it by now, they'll consider you worthless
Except the people that might try to harvest your organs
I see

you in the slums
Body bag in the trunk, might be in a donk
I ain talking John Collins when I talk about dunk
#20 for the Hawks, yea he a star
#7 for

NO WHERE 

by John Sheldon and Pat Ballard

You came out of nowhere and sat down next to me  Said you're a lonesome man it's easy to see  
And it

Pistol packing
Paula
Better pick
A better hand
Try an keep your cool
Luke
No need to get canned
Fixing the game
Call me
Patches O'houlihan
Been

tell by all my fits
Ball out on these niggas look like a walking lick
All these niggas wanna be like me all gold teeth
If they want the smoke better ask

took all of it
Swishing in that bitch
She call me lebron 
She think I'm the goat
Feeling like pennywise when I look at her make her float
But this is not

and pianos 
Me I get bags like Randall's 
Whipping up work like Shawn o 
Need a condo by the Gallo 
Short lil nigga wit a tall hoe 
Masked up jumping out

Yo
I feel one of a kind like Appa
Things are getting strange
Swear I feel like Jim Hopper
I stay fresh and clean 
You're an outcast to me
Cause you