Lyrics:
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."
"And I say segregation now"
"What we have foremost in common is their enemy."
O'hene is gone but not finished
Well we want everyone to know that we really have a lot to work with
I mean we have albums worth of unreleased material
known as Big Pun
Was pronounced dead at 3:53 PM on Monday
That's the way the ball bounces, ya know what I mean?
Ya know, but we'll have our day, ya
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
And now I'm critically acclaimed by the clinically insane
Y'all can have rap back when I'm done finished with the game
But the ball's in my court and I
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
like press
I'm Impressed, by the large size of those breasts
So let's get together
You got the milk and I got the bread
So we never ever have to go
"Hello, children
Hello
Are you ready?
Then we'll begin"
Ey
Hier sind die Beginner, woo
Yeah
Das is' für die alten Zeiten
Für den alten
the bullet ya just gotta pull it
It's a crazy world that we're living up in
How the fuck does a chick have balls n dick
I dunno what's going on these days
But
if youre paralyzed
Twelve blunts of green with bay we throwed like Aaron Rod
Hell wont make it up to heaven gods
Bob shot himself while he was chasing
album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle
12 he what
Must be pm cause that boy know how to corporate he did
Can't believe em I be riding balling every season
I hope you ball young ma can't cut
dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow
I was starving
Tell me
How are we crew
I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue
Like God's first draft of the sky
Balls it up for something new
And if you
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