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of hits coming at this hour
This is WMFW FM
This hour we got Bob Marley
The sounds of Miriam Makeba, Muta Baruka

We got the live music group Gumbo coming
And gained the whole wide world,
And almost lost our souls.
 
Some say we should have lead the way;
Take it over from Bob Marley.
Got brainwashed by
(by Bob Marley)

You a-go tired fe see me face;
Can't get me out of the race.
Oh, man, you said I'm in your place
And then you draw bad cyard -
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Bob Marley
To the shop to get my top dropped, pine and stereo incredible knock
You could here me comin all the way up the block
Cocaine like sittin
On the answer sheet
Life's craft is a scrap
When you show your work
I would listen with a smirk 
From irony to Irief
From Bob Marley smokin? stones
curriculum of metaphors
Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saul
The System of A Down song number 14
I see aerials in the sky when I dream
The end is near I
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob
Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy
Ridin' Harley's, die smokin' juss like Bob Marley
I died in the wide open, at the Mobb party
Wit yo eyes open,
93'Zoo écusson, héritage des rues sombres
Dans la cave un uzi bébé m'fais surtout pas d'suçons
Possédé par Biggie, Bob Marley, Alain Souchon
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both