Lyrics:
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
Fatal Bazooka
J'baise le monde sans capote, j'ai plus de gosses que Bob Marley
Nique sa mère si j'finis pas dans le top album
Y a que du commercial
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats
I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap
In the Benz, in a Jeep, make
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
of the most famous jazz pianists in the world"
I said, "I think I may have heard of him
Or maybe I'm getting him confused
With the chain food restaurant Bob
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh
Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Made an album together
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob
Made an album together
Dreams are just dreams when we dream
I'm about to say put that on Dillon and it feels so good, I did my album
Thank you Missy, I love you my guardian angel Timbaland
Jamate, J Brown,
a million
A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing
Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you
This is a Boy Marley
Bob Dillon
said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
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