Lyrics:
the fuck wanna spar with a vet?
I'm Alexander the Great when I'm marchin' on armies again
I got a spring in my step
Slinky when it goes down, like Monica
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
leads to his shack
Now, you know you're right if you hear a banjo picking away on a tune
See, that's Bob T, dweller of this forest sitting on his
Looking at you from
The bottom while you're gunning for the top
I never had a friend i only
Have had acquaintances in my
Life back when I used to
Party,
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
of the sun that shines in the sky
And I'm the only M.C that'll never die
So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top
But when you se Melle Mel you're
of the sun that shines in the sky
And I'm the only M.C that'll never die
So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top
But when you se Melle Mel you're
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
always hangs up the phone
No one likes hearing the truth, unless they figure it out all on their own
Like Crosby's last words, that night in Monterey,
and me
We were talking every moment till the sun came up
Else we're laughing till we're sick in the back of my truck
Or you're staring in my eyes, your
need to go by yourself find the way on your own
You're never out of his sight even when you're alone
All I'll stay closer then a brother to you
Arm in
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky
You
And you're always by my side
Puttin' up with foolish pride
When the day to day fiascoes
Only multiply
You're the heart, you're the soul
When the world
my DJ
In life, sharp as a knife
Man I miss Bob, I miss you Ted
What else can be said
Wish I was dead
But that’s no good luck
Sour like a jelly filled,
coming back to you girl
For you're the only one that knows me by heart
So lie here tonight in the shelter of my arms
Nothing will ever take your place
shoot
When we drop in get it popping like its high noon
Better think twice before you're fucking with my crew
What you gonna do when we slide through
Roll
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