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the pipeline

They call him Big Shot Bob
(Big Shot Bob)
Seven rings they drip from his hands
Seven figures from being our man
Heavenly digits I dial on my phone

Mid-November
WNIC
I'll be home for Christmas
Alone with Bing Crosby

Drive down two-seventy-five
Inside my heated orb
Pretend I'm picking up your
Absent ghost

by the Frisco Bay
Reach out and take my hand love, peace serenity 
Travel back in time my friends let that music set us free 
Way back when

in the summer 
So you know im hot 
Heart from Arctic
Cuz my be shit snowing
My Brain came from Kylie 
Cause it's always storming 
My lips from

Pretty Bitch Bossin'
Feel like Bob Ross
Cos I paint a picture perfectly
With my eloquence
I'm making 5 star poetry 
I write a verse
Then you recite

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

My Shades
If I close'em like B.o.B. and Lupe
I can Firmly say "It's a Fiasco today!"
A Master granted my Wysh but I still feel played
Well respected

Area

De La Soul

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

Just another area 
That shows I got soul 

I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La 
I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya 
I'm known for

Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl-getter,

grab my belt by the buckle
And I don't give a damn fuckle
Uh uh
Yeah
I'm just like
Laughing all the way to the goddamn bank
And I'll drown you and put

love no, no, no!
Gotta get on my own until I get it
I'm not heading back home, I'm on mission
They use to clown on me, use to laugh at me
Now they're

Flexibly bob and weave
Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy
To take flight involves my game tight
I'm a meteorite target in sight
Week after week fuck

Summer Time

Christi Warner

I Found My Rhythm

2008

and my family
Together makes good comedy for TV (hey)
Drunk again, drunk again, drunk again
Uncle Bob is?
Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade
It cools you down

shit on my hat, racks no store scene
Kept them hater on they job by cashing out on new cars
Trying to stop the kid but they can't Sideshow Bob
Prettiest

my shot like Crosby  

Girl you know it ain't be like dat
I'm just in the stu tryna get that cash 
Singing songs and making raps 
Lemme know is it

Shining so bright like you driving with high beams
Heart on the ice, Sidney Crosby
Heaven on earth, I do it so godly
I do it so godly
She took my heart away

I'm just talking
Phases through living I've been through it all
But I'm fortunate enough for not many lost
I could be stretching that bar by a lot
Just

about Texas
with the most precious gal by my side
and Bob Wills and his ol' Texas Playboys
playing in every ballroom in sight

And Bob Wills and his ol'

beat
And my stomach kinda hurts 'cause I've had lots of sweets
Don't wanna get up but I'm running out of tape
Why can't I get up?
I'm so out of shape
But

around us 
Nothing comes in between
my heart and yours
Every day feels like a present, newly placed beneath our tree 
cuz I believe, you and me, will

Life be like I just woke up
Don't wanna go to work
But I'm not tryna go broke by the first
My throat hurts like Vader caught
Me in a force grip
If I

Cross Road Blues

Robert Johnson

Delta Blues Goin' North, Mississippi Country Blues, Vol. 1

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, "Have mercy, now, save poor Bob

Cross Road Blues

Robert Johnson

All Time Blues Classics

1996

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, "Have mercy, now, save poor Bob

Neon Lights

Natasha Bedingfield

Strip Me

2010

Everyday there's a thousand things
That somehow pass us by,
Go cut through the noise
So you can know what love sounds like
I'm comin' to your