Lyrics:
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
punk cyaan finish weh Bob Marley started
Gong to the Zilla, I'm the Don Die-Hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a buy car and nah
skool, I'm all skool
Marley Marl, rock yo' spot
This that old skool overseen by Scott LaRock
I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
I'm not old
They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
All about the people like Garvey
Little do they know I'm a God-King
And I'm intelligent I think smartly
Woy yoy yo
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
party
They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body
They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja
The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like
Jamaica, Bahamas, Brazil, Cuba you see
the brothers living hood life in every Country
Oh Bob Marley came and went away
for the Father had work for you
But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander
See...
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been
Bob Marley mi się śni
W jego słowach tajemnica tkwi
Uwierzyłem mu na słowo
Staram się żyć kolorowo
Bob Marley mi się śni
W jego słowach tajemnica
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
Außer wenn du Tanga trägst
Mehr Cash für mich
Denn ich krieg' aus Venlo Tanger-Piece
Bau' ein'n Twizz á la Bob Marley
Und bin am schweben wie Copperfield
kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it feels like
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
Zaytoven bang, bang, bang bang
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob Marley
(Dope)
I got a ounce in the motherfuckin' party (Oh)
Baby, please don't
spare time
She don't fuck on the first night, then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I'm
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
when the softies try to act all gnarly
I laugh at they ass while blasting Bob Marley
I feel up on the cash that I be Keeping on Me
And I don't think
back to back
Fronto Marleys all day
Ain't no passin that
We jus take em to the FACE
Yeah I be smokin sativa
Im smokin that indica
Roll upp some weed
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Her arm around me
Ooh, ooh-ooh
We sang quietly
Grandma, and me and Bob Marley
So baby when that sun ain't shining you can call on me
and
Fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night
Then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley
That Bob Marley like yeah
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
dotti,
She like to party,
Everybody in the damn place, Wilding,
She wilding, Go molly,
She naughty, She a batty,
Smoking on that Bobby Bob Marley
He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley
I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
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