Lyrics:
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
you Gomer
Eating good eats till it I lay in a coma
Girl is a knockout
You seen?
Oh I saw
Take her to dinner for Red lobster biscuits
Convo be dry like
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where they fit in
Everything we say
Cause at this every single day yeah
Some of us is trippin' on it (huh)
But in turn busta's slippin' on it
So get up on it, don't be
dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity,
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
or overloaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth
This lady beggin' for survival
Doomed by a twist of fate from Earth
I met this woman in San Francisco
She
amiss
And I be lookin in the mirror like who is this
Lookin ass I need answers
Tell me
Did Bob Marley really die from cancer
Fela Kuti from aids
Or is
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 19:40, Psalm 69:34, 148:9
Somebody's gonna praise His name
Somebody's gonna call Him Lord
It'll either
ya melon, down to the rind
You be fucked up, yo..
From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear
BOODOODOODOO
The words of wisdom is like
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Rhonda, that evil prince...he certainly does have a way about him!
minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect, collect the rhythm effect
To lose your inhibition follow your intuition
Free your inner soul and
Break away
like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I'm
way you see those is with no clothes
So there's a few who knows
Maybe Brad Pitt know
Billy Bob saw a few so she got some more
I'm sayin'
Hello
frith is tha man he be chillin like bob dylan and maxin like
michael and janet jackson....
ain't no body dope or sexy as him
he rhymes always get
my apologies to Bob, pass the horn!
No need for false alarm
Word up!
The Nuyopian charm is for show back again
It's rememberin' the was
So, which one of these do you like
This lip petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-C
Which one do you like best?
You know, you
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (singing)
De white boy troubles!
(white boy troubles!)
De white
divide you By any dividend
Silly is silly does feel me
I'm not big dot I be chillin' feel Me
Period and I get it in
A hundred rounds that's a lotta
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Corinthians 10:4, Ephesians 6:11-17
It used to be a distant call
Thought to be for some but never all
Now
Things is rearranged something's changed
I say who done fucked it up?
Who? Hot Karl gonna switch it back up
Something's changed, let's go toe for toe
What happened to Jah’s child
Maynard James Keenan
He must be counting bodies like sheep
Outta raw dog reservoirs
By God you will not kill me in my home
lovers call it quits.
Cause it ain't working out.
Well, Joe's gonna be late for supper.
And they're both wondering what now.
Chorus:
And even though you
it and didn't fake it
Life's a disguise, the truth is butt naked
Used to be a time I'd see it and not say it
Now I understand that woke folk be
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