Lyrics:
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
And there we got upshot
A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
the bible
Says that we are transported to
Heaven by angels to
Abraham's bosom and that's another euphemism
In the bible for heaven
It'self so we go there by
many men just wanna pretend
Times ticking but I ain't talking big ben
New man in christ transformed by the word
Now i'm moving like i'm the new 10
I told
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
knowledge in rap
While the cowards sit back
And hide behind the familiar scared to steer from the past
Won't dare to veer from that path
Year to year the same
You swear I'm acting different[00:15.06]But lately my bag is hitting[00:16.85]Same bitches I told you not to worry about her back I'm in
I just got a quarter in this bitch
Wassup
Trying to roll a Bob Marley
Fuck a spliff
Wassup
Got a little bad bitch with me
Take a picture
In
a nigga try to sneak in my
Crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played
A voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a niggas try to come and
Rob me caught 5
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
Murder
And Hooker Boy Dame, that's my motherfuckin' man
Since 93' up in the first stood, shit ain't been the same
Threw some gas on that flame, cock back
gun up
cnd that that f**** knife back
Been at it for a while
cnd Told momma I'd write back
Want f**** nights backs
Bob and weave
Bob and weave
cnd
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
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
Chased by girls so pretty
Feeling dandy and all witty
Aching like a grape in the sunshine
I took a pill here, a pill there
I headed West somewhere
“And so, as the Occupy movement comes to a sad
and predictable end here in Washington DC,
we are here to look back at the confusing, interesting
If you ever thought we weren't connected, dawg, I promise you we locked in[00:16.94]Lookin' over the clique, we got protection, cause our Glock's
As anyone in that crowd
Policeman was wrong to shoot him down
It's high time we say it out loud
Sometimes late at night
I'm down by the waterside
Watching
let you land on your back
Painting Jin's life, Bob Ross
Your life won't end in a loss
No you can't come over here, you know you gone say what you saw
groomed by the block
Started putting in work
Bitch I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
We was getting that guop
I was groomed by the block
I
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