Lyrics:
You know that it's up there
I hear the choir sing of clairvoyance
It's clear their disappointed by the fear in their voices
Am I a ring, they stay 12
into it
But then it comes back
Whenever I get too ahead of myself
I just gotta be more humble
But I'm back, bro
Double album coming
They're ready,
you remember me?
Every time it rains
It was the last summer before I left home
We drove around with the stereo on
Bob Dylan and Neil Young
Harvest
so we bob like Dylan
Remember, driving around an all white Nissan
Thinking about the future
Using foresight vision
Listening to Dad as the porch light
Look in the sky
Tell me what do you see
I see a high-profile stealth
Coming after me
Farmer Bob rapped on a door
He had never been there before
But
A woman on the radio talked about revolution
when it's already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about
you know it feels good
and I'm ready to die
Pop in the clip, are you ready to ride
Drop fire like Dylan, I rip and I rhyme
You fraudulent Timmy, you livin' a lie
My verse do the C
stop what's in motion like a river when it flows
You reap what you sow Uncle Sam's got to go
The roosters coming home I can hear it when it crows
Trauma
songs out worldwide this one's different
Cooked it up on the 23rd in the suite like my name was Dylan
I'm not on deck anymore
I been living when you
thought that this was never gonna happen, like in the words of Bob Dylan with the one hand clappin. But also deep in side I knew it would. but it all had
war
And I'm fighting for a higher cause
Kings blood, tainted by some dark liquor
Arroyo Road dawn with some Glocks nigga
Olde English in my goblet
4
(sexicide)
Who's next in line, the eleventh time
Nigga X and I, full circle coming
Nigga death of Pi
Show me how to fly
Uh, we gon' live 'fore we learn to die
recreational wreck to keep y'all illin'
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons
Cap pealin' put
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I've seen the days go by from the beginning to the end
Too many snakes in my face smiling trying to pretend
At the end of the day all I got is 16
had no fear
And never walked the line
We are traveling troubadores
Sneaking out by the back door
Music and the road go hand in hand
Filling up them
than fall
And stoop to your level no lesser
I won't be coerced by the devil I know that im better
just Tryna rake in that cheddar
in the warzone im
You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
coming in.|Well, that's like...|It's like it was sung by angels.|Hey, hosehead.|Yeah, what?|Guess what?|What?|It's over!|Take off! That can't be
and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no
the fucking rhyme scheme
Explosive as oceans
Covered in mines sweeps
Controlled by the
Ghosts and gods of rhyming
Controlled by the
Hip and hop inside me
porch chillin, listening to Bob Dylan
A couple children, teaching them that old school feelin'
My parents made me, never to be lazy
That’s not how they
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
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