night after finishing work at his father's Lindcrest diner in Lindenhurst. According to Nassau homocide sergeant John Nolan, witnesses saw Acksadapo drag
too late, I demonstrate fate I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin Massacre, in a mash I start blastin Fury article, periodicial Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read
and walking jerking your neck It's the first of the month, you got your welfare check Storekeeper johns, they're rubbing their palms Cause they know you never read
day, yo, body another, my microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read rules When a grown man
to play calypsos Yo, me and you, meet me by the two A war goin' on, that's involvin' the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
your dead meat like a vulture Dig out your eyes, send your soul to Hell While your body is covered in flies Spazz like John the Revelator trippin off
that lady, with that woman, with that child child I'm honey, honey-child, and I gots ta gotta, gots ta, gotta gots ta, gots ta gotta gotta get ready Ready ready to go, read-read
As sweet as these arms the one the type to bare arms And wear my heart on my sleeve Even when I fell in God I believe Read the days that weave through
[23 seconds of instrumental to open] [John Legend] They wait to plead their case, unknown cast aside I love to see their face, can we spare the lie?
in the middle of my steering wheel It's my car's birthday so we blown them candle More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle Got my name in the headrest, read
desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Thug tip from Sean John jury I got
manicure the grounds And I bought you that car that breaks the barrier of sound You take care of Joey and I love you for that And you raisin' John John
Levy at? Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop And admit to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread And Kris crucified the false prophet John
that come from up above I'm rockin' on the mic and you can call me Run-Love I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville And written right on the side it reads
got a woman who knows her man Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I
You can't stop my uniqueness Complication altitudes built in compartments Digital gizmo made by continental Lincoln keepin' you thinkin' Better made than Europeans robot John
pen fifty feet high They took 'em all on a nine thousand mile ride And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before I read about this inside
hearts That they are all Our children too (After the conference, JOHN introduces ELLEN and CHRIS to his co-workers. CHRIS draws JOHN aside) [CHRIS] John