Lyrics:
the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler
Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture
I branch out, arms flailing backwards
wailin
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
around
They say I went mainstream
I'm still underground
But that's only because I could
Rap with other styles
I always had drip I don't
Never need no
Southern United States
I had a dream I was standing beneath the Memphis moon
With William Blake painting and Crosby crooning
And his father was
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife,
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife,
nobody who don't fuck with the Vision
I see them put in work to discredit me
U Never rise by bringing others down, reality
Can't give you
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
Verse 1
I ain’t never had a problem with a chick bro
I just tell her to swallow and then to get ghost
I don’t care if she’s a model she will get no
Told momma shed no tears
I feel like Bob Marley
I say woman dont you cry
Pain hit deep
I know that you feeling worried
I just trying to make you
and I'm Bob Ross
So let me tell you boy in no uncertain terms
I finally found the words
Don't you know that I know that you know that I know
That
to the man in the long black coat
One, two...
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
People don't live
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
and saw it hurt tho' I went to see her
And waiting another long there and saw Bob there
He was going
No peace for
He was ready to beat me 'cause I didn't
try to hurt you baby
No, no, I just wanna work you baby yup yup
See I ain't try to hurt you baby
No, no, I just wanna work you baby
If you scared you
inside
Other candles flickered from across the room
I heard a crash and the sounds of bits of broken glass hitting a hardwood floor
I kicked the can again
got me like, whoa
Feel like every other corner just another closed door
And all these egotistic niggas doing no wrong
And all these women steady milking
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
you nothin' like them other bitches
I been fuckin' with you for a lil minute
I must admit, you the realest
Keep the tool when ya wit me
Like Bob
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
Slide on over baby underneath this mistletoe
Here's a toast to us together
Let me wrap you in this bow
I'll mend the Christmas spirit
No, this one
licky licky licky licky
Pumpum
Ei
Selassie I
Don't leave the door ajar
Jah bless
Hahaha
You have no work
No employment
That's
Jobless
Hahahahahaha
One jar
hair, no hair, no hair, no where, back there, no hair
For my hairbrush!"
Narrator: "Having heard his wonderings, Bob the Tomato enters the scene
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