Lyrics:
actin' like a fuckin' stoolie
Bury me in the golden urn
I'm The Last Tamuli
Y'all don't really want the fuckin'
Drama this is not kabuki
I squash
this week
New magazine read 'em and, uh
Watching y'all fold, mission complete
This ain't no punch, no bob and weave
I got the kick, deadstock no
say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!"
Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend
And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end
Me love
want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no
overslept
I'ma get the cream by any means
I put that on the set
Niggas seeing where I'm at and
They want my position
This is why you never catch
Me lacking
Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life
Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life
And whips than the dealers and (grunt) than Rick Ross
more bitches than Nas and trees than Bob Ross
And points than a cactus and kills than Katniss.
More
Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad
These niggas say my name and shit man
And don't even know me that shit is weird
We ain't gonna trip unless it's chips
Shit it's bullshit
They brack
ever, I know myself
I think I see a life with you
Rather than being all by myself
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I know nobody that don’t feel lonely
(I pray
the hand
Fuck being all local, I'ma pop in Japan
I'm hot like fries when they
Fucking drop in the pan
You hoppin' on bandwagons
I'ma hop in my bag and spit
scratch cassette me and Bastid
We about as classic as classic gets
Classic as a Bob Cousy pass back to Havilcek
Going back to Cali
Like going back
the dark
Only bullets for a nark
I'm so smart like tony stark
Making music call it art
I'm Bob Ross with the pencil
Never needing me a stencil
Went from
(by Bob Marley)
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Honestly, Go no property
That's a problem for someone dumb enough watch ya company
Fucking me don't mean loving me, Fuck it!
I don't want no bun in
the life of Marcus Garvey, we all know Martin
Wouldn't have your light, if it wasn't for my darkness
Blacker than the panther on the jacket of Huey P.
face melt
I think I lost my mind thought I left it on the shelf
Now I'm tryna find myself all by myself
I gotta play the game cause the cards been
on stage yet/
Stay fresh, endorsed by We and Alpha Numeric/
if clothes are free then I'll fuckin' wear it/
Strangled the deputy when Bob shot the sheriff/
(by Bob Marley)
Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.
I'n'I build
[lyrics by Bob Parduba]
Cries in the night
Shadows move through familiar doorways
History replays
Leading, repeating mistakes we made
Vice in your
the hill
Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds
Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) to hear me callin
Shoutin out my
before the double bed
When the carpets all were red
[Chorus]
Maybe at the traffic light
When I see that big white sign
Just by chance in my
I don't care,
Man, that's pant of the system, I'm punk,
But who's gonna indict the Wall Street Journal, just me and Bob Ray,
It's just part
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