Lyrics:
of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories -
(Big GRRRL, Small World)
It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
But still it just ain't enough
Cause the rest of the world still just wakin' up
So all the real niggas can
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
The man who honor rescued
Since the day he was born
And it runs him like a plantation
Like a plantation Jack?
Like a plantation Bob
For never has
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
reached his hand
To try and touch a machine not made by man
But the gravity it made he could not withstand
And man I wish I'd seen it
Bob Lazar
Bob Lazar
How much warning will it take?
Seas arising, lands ablaze
Groundwater’s drying - are we stupid? Crazed?
Bob could not move - water got too hot
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
CROSBY STREET
Crossing Crosby street to L'Orange Blue
Is our favorite spot in the afternoon
cs the people pass us by we sit and drink wine
and non-euclidean geometry
Small sections of large curved
Surfaces will always look
Flat to little creatures that crawl upon them
But this- But this whole thing
Its
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
Smoking all the lows away
If I die while Im awake
I already know its great
Alright Cole so what do you contribute to the world
Like what do you think you
really ‘gotta ask
Let me count it up, ‘ion even see the math, I anticipate the moment it's a thing of the past
For me to get by, I really wish that I could
I'ma pop a roxy
Walking out to paparazzi
Yeah we on an e-way off some E aye
Kicking it with my shawty
Yeah we posted at the Crosby
Rolling doja not
Intro: Richie Feelings (Tony Matterhorn)
Hey hey hey Bob!
How ya doin man, yes I'm in Jamaica listenin to this?.
Boomin riddim by Mario, seen, yuh
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
when you hear His love talkin'
To the mind, it's God's cypher divine in a small portion, uh
Faded pictures, this global madness, the intervention
This
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