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offerings to the martyrs
Encrypted language in scripture the gods for whom I author
Secular executive pawns what your upon
The representor threatening god

know my root 
So I can’t stop working, the truth 
The hustle no easy, I no refuse 
But I can’t use that as an excuse 
Baba God by me, strong like rock

name 
God knows my shows they used to be for no one 
You see this crowd 
I built that now 
And you know that I'm just tryna have fun 
Smoke the roach I

Gas tank was on E
QP by my seat 
Ziploc was on crease
Hope to god I just hope to god I just hope To god he don't smell it all up on me
Got back in his

You gon’ and get what you deserve
If you pay your bills up by the first 
I like Del Sol on your shirt
I got the bag going to get your purse

Some

Put your hands up

If your being possessed by the R.A.P. God
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
If your being possessed by the R.A.P. God
I'll let

My name is Naå Båri
And you know I’m based wherever God takes me in life
And right here is some raw shit I wrote while reflecting on some crazy shit

What's Clef

Wyclef Jean

Ghetto Superstar [Australia Bonus CD]

1998

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? 

What's Clef? 

I'm not a Bob Marley impostor 

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do

Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)

Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite

I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so

shoot at yo house
I swear to god
My white boy give me extra before I serve you ima go serve Billy Bob
I done saved yo hoe number as head nod
Real throat

Winchester will coming soon, the angels need to fly
Devils on the ground, rewrite the story of our lives
Let me tell you something I swear, to God´s

Super Fluke

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

violence like a fifty foot Bob Barker deployed 
To incinerate New York, which in a way's more scary than thermonuclear war.
I got my tongue down Karma's

talk, I hope she understand
You are so old sir, you don't understand by the way that mustache, makes you look like
Bob the Builder See you in a straw hat,

If I said it then I meant it, ya it's on god
If it came out my mouth, then it's on god
Y'all always talk, it's non-stop, your dead wrong
I keep it

came in.
And now that the drinks have been all passed around,
Sure the mummers are plankin' 'er down.

(Instrumental break - Bob plays one verse of Deck

the stairs
He... you deserve it you fucking bitch
God I hate you
GOD
Ugh
You're a frail old man who deserves to die in prison
Surrounded by those who are alike

stand again
Died Gandi, died Bob Marley, good, good people die
Bad people stay alive, but all by the grace of the creator
Mundane compared to eternity

Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like

Rumble In The Jungle

Fugees

Hip Hop, Vol. 2: The Collection

2004

(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch

33 degrees, by the way
And we’d have jobs but no one can pay
Oh no…
It’s very cold
I’m getting old
And I’m on my own
Nobody told me to pay my dues
I

Back then was I homeless— God knows I ain't have no place to sleep
Had to take it day by day; living life week by week
All the strife

and God himself spoke to you and said this
Bob
But my name is Billy
It doesnt matter what your name is
I'm the one who got the tunes up
Niggas mad that I

never check me
I rock no brand bible in my hand by the son of man
Here I come again, got my angels with me
Don't forget when you used whip me
Wings on my