Lyrics:
Strange Music! I know ya'll see us!
Ya'll saw that Forbes list 2 years in a row, nigga, don't play!
And we still doing it!
Harder than most
time to use it?
He don't wanna sell his life to you
You know, he'd rather have his time than a bob or two
But you can't find the money for your rent
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
Now I'm wine drunk and runnin' with them on my mind
I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own
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
or two yards behind my drum riser goin'...
Steve: Yeah, all I'm tryin' a...
Nicko: ..."fucking
She was a wall street celebrity
With upward mobility
Walked and talked like a man
But that was o.k. by me
Two bit losers can never be choosers
No nit
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
Then he found God, then he bounced
Then he found a new chick
Two kids, wide hips
Found something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in Pasadena
call me Snoopy but
My friends call me Leo yes, I’m an indian
Two braids in my hair with a pipe in my hand
I’m endin all the big beefs
Rolling up the big
for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
There was Everything but the Girl
Bob Geldof has no ego
That man should get the Nobel Prize
By the time he sang the solo on Feed the World
I thought he
So my name is loki, I'm somebody you should know
Ya, have heard the rumors? Yo,have you heard the flow?
Have you seen the bobs and weaves,
them go by
Cause my lyrics are as tactical as it gets
A poet from the city not the capital
My rhymes are rapid and static my flow's dynamic
My words are
Im in the zone all by myself
Im alone all by myself
Yeah
Im in the zone all by myself
Im alone all by myself
Im in the zone
On everything I own
Be
greens in a pot
Say you the one, not the two, better yet, you not
Why your sales so high? Cause they bought by a bots
Take some notes, young man, learn
QB!
Where the fuck why?all at?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Yeah! let's go!
Kiss money!
Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Timothy 4:1, 2 Thessalonians 2:11, 2 Timothy 4:3-4
Somewhere in the darkest night a stranger has lost
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
wear
Patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right
Miami beach playin it low
St barts rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my throat
That's only
up on tracks like a trolly, my golly
Like Bob Marley, we jammin', by all means
And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines
5, never judge a rapper
By Bob Hartman
Based on Rom. 7:15
I have a secret that I let nobody see
An evil shadow that's been hanging over me
My alter ego that I try to hold
coming hard with it
[Chorus: x2]
All I wanna see is broads with us
Strange hella odd niggaz
Roll with them hard Hitters
That would mob with us
So
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