Lyrics:
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
and space
Gettin' wiser
I know what I'm not gon tolerate
Send a good morning text
I'll see you soon I fly in late baby
Woke up with the late Bob Marley on my
pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his
of hits coming at this hour
This is WMFW FM
This hour we got Bob Marley
The sounds of Miriam Makeba, Muta Baruka
We got the live music group Gumbo coming
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
punk cyaan finish weh Bob Marley started
Gong to the Zilla, I'm the Don Die-Hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a buy car and nah
Ayo I write rhymes listening to the legend Bob Marley
On the TV I'm watching The Legend of Nigga Charlie and Boss Nigga
Old Black flicks with soul
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
(lots of varied conversation to the end, at least one mention of Bob Marley)
should quit.
[Chorus: x2]
Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
Lookin for a lighter
Big Bob Marley blunts keep a chick
In the ride on my side
(yea) big ol' donkey butt (yupp)
She talkin to much pass her
Weed calm
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
just want you to know that. Because we always thought we could get, you know, we could get reality by just putting on the clothes and wearin' the face
in the mix it's time to chill
Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got
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
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
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
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
car
And you drove it off a cliff
And at a reggae concert
You knicked Bob Marley's spliff
Psychiatrists and doctors
Have had a look at you
They stated
Bob Marley's dead
But we still got a million
White dudes with dreads
And we'll probably see OJ sent to jail
Before we see a black president
What's
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