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letra de set the tone (remix) - john anthony (rap)

intro: charlie chaplin (sampled) & samples]
i don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. i should like to help everyone if possible: jew, gentile, black man, white. we all want to help one another. human beings are like that. we want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. we don’t want to hate and despise one another. in this world there’s room for everyone and the good earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. the way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. greed has poisoned men’s souls…
“sinatra” “sinatra shot ya, godd-mn you”
“is this what you want?” “logic”
“you are watching a master at work”
“you have interfered with our affairs for the last time”

[verse 1: logic]
many men wish to acquire fame for the wrong reasons
fans telling me never change, but it’s hard to fight the seasons
they hear me on the radio and now they yelling “treason”
’cause logic givin’ ’em mainstream verses like ephesians
but i never sacrificed my lyrics or my flow
there’s a time and place for everything, so what the f-ck you yelling for?
the fame hit me quicker than previously determined
rattpack, real all the time, f-ck a vermin
motivated by money, s-x, drugs and violence
’cause the era that we living in was built up on defiance
what we need is alliance, but y’all don’t really hear me though
so, hip-hop’s a chariot and logic’s finna carry it
stallion, coming for their necks like a medallion
straight out of sierra leone
motherf-ckers it’s on, i’m under your skin like cortisone
ninty-nine percent of these motherf-ckers is bullsh-t (“sinatra”)
but i’m on that bull sh-t: michael jordan
cutting records after the show in my hotel while i’m touring
yeah, and i ain’t even twenty-three
but my bank account can vouch, i’m ballin’ like an m.v.p
yes, it’s me, l.o.g.i.c, i’m repping md
now what the f-ck is a vacation? i see no satisfaction
i work twelve hours a day every day with no distraction
seven days a week, and twelve hours, that’s a lazy day
going seventy-four hours with no sleep, call that a crazy day
“as you can see, my jedi powers are far beyond yours”
this is manhunt, and i ain’t stopping till y’all apprehended
many years i have attended and finally been commended
for keeping it real, so finger f-ck whoever i’ve offended
now pull out the mac and watch them freeze like pc’s
i’m celsius, never graduated, so f-ck degrees
i educate ’em with ease, however listener please
don’t knock that last line, school it just wasn’t for me
we all different and i’m here to make a k!lling
so say h-llo to the villain
[verse 2: john anthony]
yeah
i’m at the point where my expectations are lacking fully
you coming at me but know you couldn’t attack or shook me
lucky, i look to this pen whenever you f-ggots push me
you say i’m a d-ckhead but at least i don’t f-cking have a p-ssy
b-tch, i am so f-cking fed up from all this sh-t
it’s a set up to make you quit and forget everything you did
but at this point, i’ll lit the fuse, f-ck do i gotta lose?
if i built up this f-cking wall then you roaches ain’t getting through
i’m losing all of my patience, i’m barely taken a day off
certain people do get to me, i don’t know how to tame ‘em
how can i go in a different direction when they in my radar
when half of these f-ggots, i could just bury up in the graveyard
go ahead and attack me, i dare you to go and blast me
say something to my face instead of twitter when you at me
y’all should just take a backseat in the back of this f-cking taxi
and casually pour some gasoline over until it’s blastin’
look at the way you have me so angry and never happy
basically taking cr-p, from the sh-t that’s been thrown at me
lot of talk from you p-ssies whose typing sh-t through a glass screen
put the game on my back and i’ll carry it with my bad knees
‘til i just go and collapse and then pick myself up and then
i keep walking until i fall down a second time now again
have someone to come and just help me just carry this sh-t instead
until i would grab it a third time and fall right down to my end
and just wrongfully have the media taking my name in vain
as they hammer nails in my palms and they hang me up in the game
‘til i suffer my final death and ascend right to the gates
and then resurrect from the dead and just save you all from your pain
[outro: samples]
“sinatra shot ya, godd-mn you”
“you are watching a master at work”
“is this what you want?”

- john anthony rap

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