Lyrics:
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Jeremiah 1:5, Acts 17:25
It could have gone either way when it came down to the choice
To keep the life
to page
Beasts in the cage
Jumpin' off the stage
Divin'
Thrivin'
Strive for a better day SA
Beat back by flesh
Shattered doors braggin' fists
assassinated, castles all crumble
Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble
Words to live by, now I die by a strange code
About to kill this verse, they
I want money, I like to steal I want to live with corruption in peace
Na me be police,
Na me carry gun harass all the people, I kill them for fun
I
Bob and weave the pressure
I can't even stand
Who's left in the ring with the upper hand?
Shadowbox your demons
But you pull your punch
Better give up
man we can't even flame
Long live Tre Bob we going live in your name
Smoking this gas had to give ima give it a flame
I seen my man dead, that shit
black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in front the White House, nigga
(Yeah! Yeah!) I hope I'm in Obama's iPod
out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I hope I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah,
lives
Jim Bakker got eaten by wombats
Fever's spread to town
Ol' Doris Day has been taken away
Has anybody seen my downs?
Popeye got killed in combat
I'm sick of the truth being silenced
I'm sick of the unbelievable violence
Caught up in our lives ignoring real issues
It affects us directly all
juggle, 'cause life is my type of struggle
Seven-fifty IL's, and tales of fly females
Who caught in these sales wit live details
Shades by Cartier, and big
(God put a song in the heart of an angel and softly she sang it to me)
You know I get to thinking a lotta times about back when I was a boy
The old
pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself
I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger
a kid in a store full of candy
I lost myself, but now I found me
Don't need negativity around me
Got one life and I'm gonna live it
Everything I got is
like missing my weed, I get higher than Bob
It's a eye for an eye in my city, that's Baltimore City
Where even the bitches be wicked in poverty
is trust
Lately feeling like I’m Kobe
Nigga Bob Shaq
Writing hits chillin in the woods like a bobcat
Working on the next joint and the next joint
Intended for the family
Bits and bobs of every type
There to buy, improve your personality
In your pockets, there it sits
in your banks, your
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
Jefferson, barbecue bob
Blind boy fuller and blind blake
The stories they told about the lives they lived
Stirred imagination and a heartache
Started out
science, bro
Hi-yah lads! Welcome to science class
Bob quit writin' raps in your log sheet, nobody's gon' sign your ass
Okay let's get scientific
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
my lyrics than you've sent in a convo'
I wasn't supposed to provide a beat you could bob to
Everything can change in the second you aren't tryin'
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