johnnyO
Recording / Performing Artist
Freestyle, Freestyle by johnny O
Freestyle, Freestyle let me count the ways. From North to South from East to West they counted us dead but we remained the same. They thought that we were like disco, a mist, a myth, to be thrown away and not to be missed. But can you stop perfection, with such a resurrection a standing light so bright tonight that made this industry ignite the truth! Can one close his eyes and not realize the everlasting love of a style so wild, so pure that once you get a addicted there is no cure! But many would say no way it can’t be life to a style this cannot be! Am I insane, to exclaim that it could be? The beginning of a tree, a tree that its roots never died it just thrived. Roots, which grew and knew that some day it would grow and show that it once was strong, and tall, might with walls.
A tree, which spoke and joked about life and love even speaking about heaven above, Freestyle, Freestyle let me count the ways today your back but you shall not lack the true fact. Only Time will tell of what has been, and what is to come! Stories of Great Legends who lived and loved in a world of Freestyle, and who are coming to regain their throne and let the world know? That we are here and will remain, so don’t be ashamed speak out and shout! Freestyle, Freestyle every body scream it out! Freestyle, Freestyle Grammies look out!
Freestyle, Freestyle let me count the ways. From North to South from East to West they counted us dead but we remained the same. They thought that we were like disco, a mist, a myth, to be thrown away and not to be missed. But can you stop perfection, with such a resurrection a standing light so bright tonight that made this industry ignite the truth! Can one close his eyes and not realize the everlasting love of a style so wild, so pure that once you get a addicted there is no cure! But many would say no way it can’t be life to a style this cannot be! Am I insane, to exclaim that it could be? The beginning of a tree, a tree that its roots never died it just thrived. Roots, which grew and knew that some day it would grow and show that it once was strong, and tall, might with walls.
A tree, which spoke and joked about life and love even speaking about heaven above, Freestyle, Freestyle let me count the ways today your back but you shall not lack the true fact. Only Time will tell of what has been, and what is to come! Stories of Great Legends who lived and loved in a world of Freestyle, and who are coming to regain their throne and let the world know? That we are here and will remain, so don’t be ashamed speak out and shout! Freestyle, Freestyle every body scream it out! Freestyle, Freestyle Grammies look out!
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