Enemies of sinclair, clovers in the hay...
Rave on, John Donne, rave on thy holy fool Down through the weeks of ages In the moss borne dark dank pools Rave on down through the industrial revolution
: Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool Down through the weeks of ages In the moss borne dark dank pools Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool Down through the weeks of ages In the moss borne dark dank pools Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John
Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John
Write me a little 'Save a hoe' speech All these fake-ass hoes, fake punk-ass bitches Do you know what I mean, Vern? Fuckin? 'em up like that, man $hort
into thin air and they gon say a sniper just appeared outta nowhere and I go down into history as the blood suckin leech who hid behind the freedom of speech
we on the same frequency If not change your dial and get on it, I flip on this here beat then the re-bonics keep heat like, Hamid's weed speech Hit the
with blood in my hand for the populous Put a fist in the sky "Licensed to kill" italicized into my ID or "Rocky Illuminati" Haile Selassie Karate, John
Dino the dart specialist, Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo MethTical, John, John do your thing, thing What? Check it The all eye seein', heavenly divine The
the black bands sweatin? And the rhythm rhymes rollin? Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
(john spier simon/suzuki keiichi) Translators: jun yamashiro and david kamil Boku no namae wa jack dempsey Se ga chicchai kara Itsumade tatte mo deck
the Gospels, So they'll all talk about us when we've died. JESUSWill no one stay awake with me? Peter, John, James? Will none of you wait with me? Peter, John
its a blast I've just gotta move on I've just let down someone I relied on And I dont see why How did we pretty up that speech M City talking through
where they don't belong and every drop of sea is the hole ocean I lied to the greatest thieves about anything and everything I'm a figure of forgotten speech
niggaz know I go hard to the fullest, get involved And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit bullets Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie
