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On the night of my last rap
Africa's gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be crack
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
And all my tigas gon'

grabbar och guzzar
Och spela inte gäht eyo mannen vi får ner dig
Jag är psykopat jag kan skjuta dig i benet
Det kan bli en drive-by från cross och mopeder

Could have been planted there
By somebody else

But now I give you this protest song
Sing it all day, hum it all night long
Don't let the system make you

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/

Intro: Richie Feelings (Tony Matterhorn)
Hey hey hey Bob!
How ya doin man, yes I'm in Jamaica listenin to this?.
Boomin riddim by Mario, seen, yuh

that I know I've never been to
But it rained plus he, felt the pain like me
Influenced by PE & BDP
Ice Cube, Roy Ayers & Bob Marley
My headphones then,

The Inalienable Dreamless

Discordance Axis

The Inalienable Dreamless

violation
Barring divine intervention

I count wire guided sheep
Each one an exploding bob
In habitat peopled by the inalienable dreamless

differences
Will only feed the pain
We must retain the positive
And follow Gods message again
Who remembers the time gone by
When peace and love ruled the day

I see ashes in the sky
I see children pass me by
I see Bob Marley, faces smiling

Waiting for me, waiting for you

Long long wait, long wait it's

Ambush In The Night

Africa Unite

20

2003

(by Bob Marley)

(Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!)
See them fighting for power (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!),
But they know not the hour (ooh-wee, ooh-wee,

powieki jak Bob Marley
Niebo pełne gwiazd nim świt nadwiślański
Zakończy szampański nastrój i skończysz tańczyć
Wpada konfetti opadają serpentyny
Antrakt

try to rinse it out?
You may grill meat at Burger King for a part time job
And you may have your father's name and that name maybe Bob
You may have

Preachin' Blues

Peter Green Splinter Group

Me & the Devil

2001

a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption 
Killing me by degrees

I can study rain 
Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues
I been studyin' the rain

Preachin' Blues

Peter Green

Hot Foot Powder

2000

I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues, give me your right hand

freaks dippin strawberrys (strawberrys)
I represent my mind in the four or five dime
Tryin to stop my ryme is like tryin to stop crime
I floats like

Brandy
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you're speaking soul
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
It was

like Latrell Sprewell
Col Gel I drink by the spina, we make rapina
In The Panchina with the baionetta marocchina
Impanicati, we are pirati in Prati

the feds neva find the stash
Bitch I come in first never last
Took yo bitch grab her by the ass
I pull up and dip once I smash
Roll a blunt and fill it full

Keeper of the Flame

a-ha

Analogue

2005

out to make it real sweet

Give it up for rock n roll
Give it up for bob
Give it up for how it made you see

Give it up for silver tone
Give it

it was your own
I don't get those feelings on my own

I've combed the world back to front
Clogging sinks with frustrations
Years go by hair falls out

Lay, Lady, Lay
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you

re-spawning from the ace
I had to do it to em and put em IN THEIR FUCKING PLACE

Best AWPerator like my name is Skadoodle
I snap 'em by the neck and do 'em all

Natty Dreaded to na Zimbabwe
My phone card works all day
Bobs way, black market militia
Eating well in the Meikles Hotel
Copped the passport, no

one came back again

A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership

The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs

Head shots by dead shots