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dope boy, my whole town know
Part-time rappеr, they still tryna
Steal my sound though, it's Murda

They say I'm a gift from God
But possessed by a dark

children, word
So I stood up the industry all shook up
And the radio won't play me but yo
Stretch and Bob would’ve
I’m stayin present son
You could never

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

Lost Hawks

Andre Nickatina

The Gift [Original]

me

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and can't turn

that's how it is
Make mini them, God bless the kids
Live and we learn huh, bob and weave
Writing and reading those ABCs
Life should be easy as 123s
Complex

space in the crew left
There's no time to waste that's priceless
Get up out our face
There's no room left there's no room left
Bob the way that I

Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings
Call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button
Shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God

As time ticks by, on our journey through
I'm still searching for a way
To get back to loving you
Remember that magical place
I'm battling to recall

Sinna 

Fast Nation Music 
One phone call, if it necessary 
me wake up, never in the cemetery. 
Ready Now

Just a sinner wid a prayer, dreams inna me

suh, suh we affi give thanks (affi give thanks)
every breathe that we take lord, we affi give thanks (affi give thanks)

I have a dream, like martin

Not breath not skin or smell
Or taste of skin
Or scent of air
The giant on the wall that sits there

That god had a bob that stayed
That stayed in there

punchlines
I got God over money for me! 
It's not a diss its the way i live 
Ghetto money, you can't stand fi compete!
Industry gat so many kind of people

Crazy Baldheads

Africa Unite

20

2003

(by Bob Marley)

Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.

I'n'I build