Lyrics:
John Cage Four

and fours street patrollers cant run when the gasket blows your caskets close my eyes open you f**k around and get John Blaze now ya broken and now I'

To cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven ain't exactly Heaven. Bill the con said, I think it appears I've only been dreaming the last four

rock Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin

whole hood feel me like grill And have your whole city high ride like George Steel Fool you want the funk, we can bring it to the stage Face off like John Travltra and Nicolas Cage

tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this nigga in black My freestyle's down to act I split wigs and back John Hancock on contracts

rock Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin

Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin'