Yo (John It's On)

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i like to rhyme i do it all the time
i do it in my car and my bedroom
i do it on the street i do it on the beach
i'll do it right now can i get room

when i was younger so much younger than i am
i'd always planned that i'd be the man
make a lot of records date a couple famous chicks
i just wanna up-blow i don't wanna change a bit
i just wanna rest til three get great sleep
make beats successfully
to lead a stressful life is especially
que je ne veux pas my destiny
is to chill and watch Sesame Street
in a Scarface hot tub on ecstasy
with a couple girls next to me holding heaters for the haters
you don't wanna step to me
nah i'm playin i'm sayin no weaponry
i got my mama's lasagna recipe
i got a stripper turned officer arresting me
and a couple ex-girlfriends obsessed with me
plus some other ones i get with separately
when a model calls collect i accept the fee
i see Rece's Pieces in E.T.'s feces
hurray for hot marriages like Ryan & Reese's
i can't um understand him why his ranting is so random
who knows where it could land him from Hammonton to Camden
from Canada to Hamptons from campin out to mansions
from kidnapping Manson getting lapdanced with the ransom
i'm branchin out the franchise tryin to make it and some
rap & rock rollin mbop'n like Hanson look at my pants &
don't i look hansome every time you see a man he's somebody's grandson
look how i'm dancin off this Bakardi lookin like Elaine at the office party
officer i already told you your authority
diminishes in my eyes when you profile minorities
crap i got a speeding ticket faggot cop can eat a dick
i'll sabotage your meters so they're free just for the feat of it
i'm over i'll Visa it you 90 dollar piece of shit
i'll flip my Snapple Apple cap the fact: you can police my tits
www dot G.W. slash got no trouble with backslash half of you
so backscratch & hug while he pulls back the rug
and you're all left with nothing to stand on dot com
oh no stop the show wow i've gone political
now people know that my flow's for the liberals
fuck the conservative gun-crazed republicans
despite their bumper stickers the south shan't rise up again
up again there i go sounding like i'm very old
young white and red-headed headed through your stereo
you go find a couple girls i'll go find a pair of ho's
uh! i already found mine on the Fox Nicole & Paris show

professors exersice the right to teach
ministers exersice the right to preach
the press exersices the right to peak
and i exersice my right to speak

chorus

there's something in the water that's why we keep drinkin it
war leads to peace George just keep thinkin it
he's about to speak from the heart he's on the brink of it
you're covered in your speechwriter's ink sir you stink of it
anyway let's play we're reppin the next wave
we've left all our set ways behind as we segue
we're blind in the best way so climb in and get saved
we're heading the crusade for truth 'fore it's too late
we represent the ageless timeless sages
the end of the censors decline of the racists
we've dropped our defenses befriended our neighbors
we're in it for the long run no limited engagement
sprint as fast as you can visit every museum
celebrate the culture that's assaulted by this new Sam
refuse to be recruited as a shooter just cause you can't
be forced to be the source of our armed forces in a new land
but um gosh dang it i tried to step back from this some
i don't want my rap to be a pacafist's activism
to you it's true if it's according to you
but you should look at your reflection when you think things through
but hey i'm out of my haze my cloudy Mtv daze
Sweet Sixteen's the new age to rage
why are sweet 16-year old's way depraved
they get laid get crunk'd watch Punk'd & Made
'did you make your bed?' is finally obsolete
if i were 16 now i'd climb the top of a tree
and yell to everyone below that was watching me
'i got a phone when i was 10, yo, life's a breeze'
there's a train rolling in from the south again
i feel the Iron Horse rumble in the house again
i know i'm all alone running my mouth again
but if it's underneath the sun it's in my fountain pen

professors exersice the right to teach
ministers exersice the right to preach
the press exersices the right to peak
and i exersice my right to speak

chorus

yo john
it's on