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You going round listening to everybody, lives abroad
Man I simply wonder what are we proud of?
This ain't just about the music man it's bigger
orders without any grace
The system got them poor souls thinking they're doing a good deed
By planting the seed of fear
Amongst everything that lives near
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
of these boys in blue are phony
Crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me
paint my picture
This The Renaissance Project going strong my picture
We are all artist influenced by those that came before us
Bob Ross painted many
understand
And you can expect persecution cause this world is not your friend
Man
Look, Seek death to your flesh only request
Every time that Satan call your
Just tryna double my salary
So my wife and children live happily
Want comfort
Them man there just want sponsors
Wanna get put on
F that Ima put myself
ruined.
Days by days gone and we make the same songs a sign that our minds transforms into hate forms.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery Bob
swing
Breakbeats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let the record play
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Colossians 1:13, Ephesians 2:1-7, Isaiah 61:1,2
You used to play their games
You used to stay the same
They
Nothin', continue to survive, we're survivors
Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is liver, let it bang
You know I bring it to you live
You've
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's
says "Ivar
C'est Bon man" I live the life of a raconteur
I play guitar and I go on tour
It doesn't matter that I am poor
I'm a king man
Sixteen sharks
sha-bob-a-lob-a
Sloppin' the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon
Wanna see this jack o'lantern panted planted ball that don't bounce
Against the wall
At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need
freedom
You've robbed our kingdom
How many more victim's
Need to die by the gun
Give us our freedom
You've robbed our kingdom
Like parasites
Like
I lost sight of it all
The plight of a man, go prepare for the fall
Lost in the fight didn't prep for a brawl
Yeah, yeah
I picked out my casket
you double for ransom
And I know that I can be a handful
When she grips my stick by the handle
When I spray her face like a vandal
When her man gets
jag ska köpa mig en royce
Du är wingston jag är typ skön som en joint
Bob Marley jag är på min checkpoint
Jag förtjänar en chaufför i en f convoy
Mellan
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