Lyrics John Wick - O.C.

John Wick

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