Lyrics:
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Can't trust nobody, can't let 'em get me caught up
Get up in my way he gon' get his head bust
Bob their head to my music, but don't feel my pain
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
I'ma live through 'em
Word to Bob Marley he put memories in melodies
It's relevant in the present though he made it in the 70's
That right there was
save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow steel by night
(repeat 2X)
[movie dialogue]
the passion man I live the way I choose
I live the way that I choose
I push through all the downsides betraying my truth
Man I refuse to let the fake play in my
Looking For Suzanne
Bob is a trucker out in Phoenix,
He drives that 40 once a week at least,
And lately when he's headed out to Tenessee
He thinks
all refuse to
Live like slaves, in land of kings choose to
Pick up our swords like Peter Tosh or Huey Newton
Singing songs of freedom while we be
pressing the gas hard as hell up In the coup
My bars make me sick I need some Soup
I live my life so mundane it's like a Loop
I'm with my dog I named him
keep it live just like a crowd
Bob your head all to this sound
I'm diggin up the underground
Souls in da lost and found
Wisdom lacks from poor knowledge
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
you're just a fan
Like Bob DeNiro?
But if I'm found dead, laying in a gutter
Make a poetry CD and tell
Meadow that I love her
They don't seem the same
Bob Shane/Jack Splittard
Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory
Bob Dylan's Dream
Robert Dylan, Bob Dylan Music OBO Special Rider Music
While riding on a train going west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I
like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I'm
you
So you gotta be in and out before they know it's you so when you fail who do you blame if it's not yo self
You gone be a cheddar bob be done shot yo
the secret
Like Bob Proctor
Foot in your face
They tryna Ong Bak ya
But ya kick back
And you Bruce Lee drop em'
Uhhh
Everybody knows wassup
Got our dreams in
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind
[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up
They got me in a spiritual mindset
And I ain't blind yet
So I'mma spit it till I'm dead
I think smarter because it requires less
I eat wisdom with
will not be brought
To you by Netflix and will not star Jennifer
Lawrence or Liam Hemsworth
Or Sponge Bob and Randall
The Revolution will not get you
Like Mike when it comes to ballin
I'll live long as a King so there ain't no fallin
For me
It's always a movie
This shxt got directed by a single mom so
know how it is to have just enough money for you to live
Surrounded by people that want you to give
Won't even reach out to talk about business
I don't
a'chasing that old alligator
That lives in the brown water beneath the Suwannee Cove
He'll grab you by the ankle and pull you down under
It'll happen real
and rap to relieve them
The party society, groovi'n in a high anxiety
There's dancers by the variety, so go 'head and try it g
As I do body work like
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