Lyrics:
Boosting up our tolerance
With Over Dose On Confidence
Music has me hype
So there's no need for the compliments
See you've been acknowledging
That
(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting
Over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars -
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault
There were men
screeching to a halt
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers
car. There was a constant argument over the radio dial. I didn't want to sing the air supply or Lionel Richie, but if I dared touch the dial, I would be
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
And this went over and oer till he got decided to
Finish me and not him 'cause I'm the trouble there
'Cause I'm the one who destroys everyone's life out
earth in his hands
He loosens a pebble and hangs there quite silent
Listening to his heart 'til it lands
Listening to his heart moved by his art
Up
comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when
There's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest
screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screaming that it was my fault
There were men and dogs and helicopters flying all around
They had
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
And they've got music for you there
To add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music
away in the cornfield
Then there was Chatterton drinking rat
Poison (an extremely painful way to die
Even if you are a plagiarist)
And Ezra Pound dragged
gotta have guys working downfield.
COMMENTATOR 1:
I am still blown away by the breakaway speed of the rookie 83, Valdes Jones.
Crosby Allen lines up for
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
you will understand
What they plantin in the seeds of the next generation
Feeding our children miseducation
No one knows if there's UFO's or any life
hate them B.O.B. niggas cause we lit (B.O.B. nigga)
Aye ayeee Chief she ain't lit enough
I told leave emotions put yo feelings up
Bend her over touch yo
Lulled to sleep by sirens
And the electric flash from late night trains
And life was as beige as my dad's Ford Cortina
My camp mannerisms coming across if
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair she's been driven
And this leaves me awake at night -
I lose sleep over that
Oh, alright, listen BoB once and for all
The Earth looks flat because
1) you're not far enough
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