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TheJohnReaper
John ror
12 episodes
2 months ago
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[mashup] Lies Greed Misery/Until It Breaks
TheJohnReaper
2 minutes
13 years ago
[mashup] Lies Greed Misery/Until It Breaks
It goes 1 2 3 I was born with the hunger of a lion / the strength of a sun I don’t need to sweat it when a competition come Original style like an 808 drum So I don’t run the track, no / I make the track run My mama taught me words / my daddy built rockets I put ’em both together now tell me what I got It’s a pretty smart weapon / I can shoot it, I can drop it But learn to respect it ’cause you clearly can’t stop it Like that Give me the strength of the rising sun Give me the truth of the words unsung And when the last bells ring The poor men sing Bring me to kingdom come It ain’t over ’cause the Shark’s on the left side / the snake’s on the right And anything you do they wanna get a little bite It really doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right ’Cause once they get their teeth in / nothing really fights And as for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose And you can run your mouth like you can try to fill my shoes, but Steady little soldier, I ain’t standing next to you I’d be laying on the ground before you’re even in my view Like that Give me the strength of the rising sun Give me the truth of the words unsung And when the last bells ring The poor men sing Bring me to kingdom come It’s something for ya people on the block to Black out and rock to Give you what you need like poppa, who shot ya “Separate the weak from the obsolete” You’re meek / I creep hard on impostors And switch styles on a dime / quick-witted [add hyphen] Ya’ll, quit trippin’ I don’t have time for your crying I grind tough / sucker, make your mind up Are you in the firing squad or are you in the lineup? Bang bang little monkey man Playing with the big guns only get you slain, I ain’t playing I’m just saying / you ain’t got a sliver of a chance I get iller, I deliver while you quiver in your pants So shake shake down / money, here’s the breakdown You can play the bank Imma play the bank takedown And no mistakes now / coming to get ya I’m just a Banksy / you’re a Brainwash Get the picture Like that
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