John Givez Get a Bar of Tha Side

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Yo, I’m feeling nervous
I gotta admit, I’m feeling nervous
Few people know my name, I’m catching planes and feeling the turbulence
Turn this plane around
I’m bout to fly this, I’m the pilot
I’m the scriber that then
Described all of my city’s violence
Validate my strugglin’, I knuckle up and tuck ’em in
How much wood could a woodchuck tuck if doubled in my troublin’
I call it peacemaking
I pity the fool that fail to smell this piece of peace baking
Peep the delivery
Matter of fact, keep the delivery
Study it, stuttering, buddy it’s, easy as butter and biscuits
You missed it, you living in stubbornness
Aw man, I ain’t nervous now
I’m a poet and I know I came to serve this power
Where the world stage at?
Show them how the Earth get down
Humble yourselves, I see
Pride in your Cool Runnings
Bout to stumble yourselves, I see
How the cookie crumbles before it crumbles
That’s prophetic
Y’all prosthetic, I’m authentic, I’m y’all menace
With a few minutes to go, and a minister flow, and in
Intervals I be replenishing souls
Gimme some more, family, friends, frenemies, enemies, entities
Bystanders, panhandlers, man >?< standing in line for dinner at four Now let me address these rappers, hit 'em with that give and that go John came with a gift to give and you gon' get it and hold Nobody move a muscle until I say so Imma hit the hill and get the deal from my Big Yahweh, bro (Let us pray!) My father up in Heaven Heaven forgive me for giving these heathens hell I'm inhaling the hallelujahs and healing the halitosis These bad breath mothersuckers sucking up all the oxygen Imma just give em dominance Domino effect, that geronimo effect Say a word and watch 'em all fall, y'all don't know what's next I'm the O-N-E H-N-I-C a Nazi couldn't see me if I came as a Kamikaze Juwanna Mann who want it, man? I got that Illy Manilly ability the city is sleeping on me It's cool I'm coming up in your dreams to scheme I'm creeping on you I'm with the Junkies feeling funky yeah we stinking on you Smell it in the air, it's the rain of the deacon on you I really ain't got that much more to say Pass the word around, make sure you hit replay Let me put my legacy up on display And raise the banner for the rebel with a soul that won't decay, naw The Side, homie