Lyrics:
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Part Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bobbito
Bald eagle soaring on 'em, got me transforming on 'em
Ayyyy
Gotta keep it in the zone, zone zone
Ayyyy
Keep it
rich
Don't dare dream for a better tomorrow
Dream in the moment, or it's just hollow
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob
Jokerman
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships
the ways of the heaven
God create the earth in six days rest on seventh
First was the man then the woman on the second
One day the father coming down, just
Bob Dylan was sculptin' the silence
On the night she left forever
I listened to her footsteps goin' down
Convinced myself I would feel better
She
Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real
So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'
Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up
Me
something to cut in case you has to
If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever
While whack emcees are waging war
Cuz being fake could pay you more
But that’s not what we do this for
I’m rap's Bruce Springsteen
Bob Dylan Pete Seeger
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
came back from Britain
And William Shakespeare penned it
Might be the black Bob Dylan
If not then I'm on a mission
I'm of the titan fraction
We leave you
of y'all rap tonight
Goat (Killa) man down
Coming for every single spitter
For the motherfucking crown
Day one niggas knew the kid was a problem
Terrorist Hymn coming soon
Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon
To illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate
Titanium, harder
a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam
People shuffling round
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster
The black and white picture taken by a stranger
Out in the streets of New Orleans
The blanket
Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see
before the fall
My mom had packed me a suitcase
And left it out in the hall
I didn't know what was coming
Got the car all started and turned the radio
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
that?"
"Hear what? I don't hear anything unusual"
"A sort of strange haunting music
It's been coming in on a interstellar frequency
But at regular
A woman on the radio talks about revolution
When it's already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about
You know it feels good to be
or anyone in my clan
Touch me or anyone in my clan
Make you leave like a clown fucking turnaround fucking turnaround
I'm like Bob Dylan but I got a mission
go
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
*written by Bob Geldof
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