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John Starks Reprise Lyrics
Reign, reign, reign, reign
Don't ever go away
[Verse:]
Pardon the causalities, word to Mr. Omar it's a tragedy
I'm a slick bastard, dick dastard under the canopy
To try and stand with me, or handle me that's a fallacy
I'm Rambo with ammo on a sample, I'm a vandal b
I'm striving for Pacino life, enclosed rights and them hoes nice
Gold, ice, Impalas, Jags, and that Rolls Royce
It's only a rolled dice, between bold heights and them cold nights
Ain't no frontin', or stuntin' won't catch me fuckin' with low lifes
So hold tight and guess who's back to bizzy
That verbal narcotic, harnessin', troublesome black Da Vinci
Know that that passion in me, surpassin' a bastard's envy
I'll stab, gash, blast, and extract any faggot to test me
Astounding foes with words while constructing a mental picture
Been a rebel since I was young, age 5 running with scissors
Considered a saint in this cesspool of sinners
So fuck it, I wasn't even down with them to begin with
My minds the only tool that I've been usin in my music
But whenever that I use it, I tend to get abusive
The combo of beats and rhymes creates a cataclysm
I expel my demons through tracks so you could call this an exorcism
Rare nigga, It hurts to wonder
That your best success is a result of my worst blunder
As-salamu alaykum, walaykum as-salam, feel like it's Ramadan
Niggas couldn't perceive my thirst or hunger
I spit fresh like regurgitated subway
Cooling but I bet you niggas sure to hate it some way
Best believe them girlies gon be chuckin up d's
When they see him in the driver's cap and button up steez
Don't ever go away
[Verse:]
Pardon the causalities, word to Mr. Omar it's a tragedy
I'm a slick bastard, dick dastard under the canopy
To try and stand with me, or handle me that's a fallacy
I'm Rambo with ammo on a sample, I'm a vandal b
I'm striving for Pacino life, enclosed rights and them hoes nice
Gold, ice, Impalas, Jags, and that Rolls Royce
It's only a rolled dice, between bold heights and them cold nights
Ain't no frontin', or stuntin' won't catch me fuckin' with low lifes
So hold tight and guess who's back to bizzy
That verbal narcotic, harnessin', troublesome black Da Vinci
Know that that passion in me, surpassin' a bastard's envy
I'll stab, gash, blast, and extract any faggot to test me
Astounding foes with words while constructing a mental picture
Been a rebel since I was young, age 5 running with scissors
Considered a saint in this cesspool of sinners
So fuck it, I wasn't even down with them to begin with
My minds the only tool that I've been usin in my music
But whenever that I use it, I tend to get abusive
The combo of beats and rhymes creates a cataclysm
I expel my demons through tracks so you could call this an exorcism
Rare nigga, It hurts to wonder
That your best success is a result of my worst blunder
As-salamu alaykum, walaykum as-salam, feel like it's Ramadan
Niggas couldn't perceive my thirst or hunger
I spit fresh like regurgitated subway
Cooling but I bet you niggas sure to hate it some way
Best believe them girlies gon be chuckin up d's
When they see him in the driver's cap and button up steez
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