John Wick - O.C.

Yeah

With the push of a finger

We manage to paint stories from things we sayin'

Good music puts me in the zone

Inspires me to write, and translate it through a mic

The joy of it all I can’t call

Must be the background of Big L on the wall

Rememberin' the days in the park

When the music was set up after dark

Gave me the spark

Any given day when I’m feelin' down

I click on some sounds, mentally boosts my morale

It’s been 23 years today since I took a vow

And no regrets, been here for the long haul

I’m on call 24/7

Each time I walk through them studio doors

Makes for opportunities to tour

Whether circlin' the globe

Or here in the States of America

Or any places in particular

Clubs and concerts I’ll smash the same

Been doin' this since 2-inch reels and acid tapes

If I’m not shook before my feet touch that stage

It means I might as well retire

Cuz gone is the fire

The Boogeyman himself to other rap dudes

I’m John Wick

Cuz of my conviction and

Dedication to the artform in conjunction with guns

Usin' my music is the art of war

Why start what you can’t finish

Odes to air to them sayers, rappers look towards who ascendin'

To increase they worth and size, keep lookin' up at the sky

Ya never be the Star Child

Who thinks I’m outta pocket

I dare somebody tell me to watch it

When judgment comes, don’t end up on my docket

Digger Studios to Continental

You violate here, carries a heavy penalty

There’s no sequel