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spoiling for a fight
Then jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein
And over jake they held a wake in the days of 49
In the days of old, in

The Days of '49

Bob Dylan

Rock Buster

was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

Hand me down my banjo, I'll pluck in on my knee
By this time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head

What's up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Greatest Hits

1995

Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife

What's up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Mad Flavas: Beats for the Boulevard, Vol. 2

1999

Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Shaq Diesel

1993

Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife

A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright

Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never

pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so

Serpentine

Ani DiFranco

Evolve

2003

A defacto choice of macro 
Or microcosmic melancholy 
But, baby, any way you slice it 
I'm thinkin I could just as soon use 
The time alone 

Yes,

Concerto in X Minor

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick

Tom Barrett? More like Tom Beretta
Cause he shoots all his shots, he's a go getter
F. O. A. P., that's Frakes on a Plane
The founder of NamesCon, he's

leave her receding 
I'm in Natwest it is cash I’m receiving
I can’t do no thieving
I don’t want man drenching and leaving
Chuck the knife use fists now we

Tom's
We use to squabble bout a buck
Now we kill about a nudge
That's going backwards not forward
What yall really running towards
You ain't got to knock

smoke on twenty twins
After math use to load 50, hated by many men
Was chiefin bows n mount pleasant but I ain't Indian
I'm from the lan I needa sing

use corncob
Ill Rob your uncle Bob
With my boy j schwab
we hit the alley
Then it's back to kent valley
This Washington state
Aint no cali
You dilly

PEACES
My killas trained to shoot when they see a head nod
You a square bob look like Uncle Tom
Flexin wit dem chains you gone get yo ass robbed
Got yo

meant to be star overnight
It won't cost you a price if you all wanna write broder lights
Can lock your life by the contract the hidden knife
You sold

arm
Knife by my side burner to the right of my palm

Linguini graffiti like a Tom Savini scene all
Shredded and dismembered like a brothel in the city

stress on your noggin
Use to do same shit, but I'm tell y'all youngins to stop it
So by the time you my age, you already locked in
Invest in some stock,

Exhausted, on my knees, holding life with a knife, I'm just a tease
One of the busy bees with debt to pay
These daily fees are going to keeping

to robbery,
Doing a shop lifting spree,
Getting locked up,
Over a kitchen knife at seventeen;
Life is nothing what I dreamed,
When I use to be a kid,
Planning

to stay
Silent like i was named
Bob and by the way why am i to blame
I chose to shy away
From violent ways
And cos of that you idiots tell me i am lame?

gets flinged by me and edy
They run away like Tom and Jerry
Got my Rambo or this 9o baby
We ain't that scary
Do up his head or do up his belly
See mans