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(by Bob Marley)

No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine)
The high yellow moon won't come out to play:
(that high yellow moon won't

the fiends OD
Man wanna talk about opp block hurt but they dont go their like BOB
Just hit the plug, told him reload me
I'm on the road because in need more P

hand in my stash spot
It's a couple rules that I stand by nigga, its a couple things about me that I can't hide nigga
Some niggas I was close to, iont

that will put you inna damn box nigga
If you don't grind with me, why you putting put ya hand in my stash spot
It's a couple rules that I stand by nigga,

congratulações a miséria, eu prefiro a vaia

'To tipo more fire de Bob em Kaya
Guiando a laia, permaneço de atalaia
Sem riso frouxo pra humorista
Que só se

release enough
All that rage know I'm ready
When I bust up like confetti no kamikaze
I got uppercuts for days
Bullheaded that the understate
Train up by

tribe.
I’m ordained by the father to elevate the mind.
Ya dude flyer, than a Philly bald eagle in the sky.
Cuffs drippin on that money green suede puma

heep of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw call him Leather Face
I'm headed

to Belize, then to Tokyo
Houston and Harlem, Paris
Mediterranean Sea, I gotta beam out to Greece
I multiply by the, I triplify by degrees
I'd buy that house

How do I explain that it's different this time
I'm barely skating by like it's inline
It's been a year since I felt normal and I just wish I
Could

inflation, 
That's economic 
Witness, the US dollar plummet 
The corporate rich 
This got them sick to they stomach 
RIP Bob Lee, our country sick 
They

mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top

One Life to Live

Shyheim

Ute Lemper Sings Kurt Weill, Vol. 2

1993

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

Mouth closed shut (Shut)
Been ducking all his bluffs (Bluffs)
I guess the baby boy's on his way to growin' up
(You get it though)
I'm being guided by

suppressed by tyrants
But also by the devil's lies hence why he keeps on testing me but I still got fight left in me
All I needs a lil bit of energy,

like Latrell Sprewell
Col Gel I drink by the spina, we make rapina
In The Panchina with the baionetta marocchina
Impanicati, we are pirati in Prati

Poetry my gift, I decided to keep it
and use it
cs Bob Marley,
we
jammin', by all means
cnd real gangsters in magazines
You wanna see
the club or the party

Poetry my gift, I decided to keep it
and use it
As Bob Marley,
we
jammin', by all means
And real gangsters in magazines
You wanna see
the club or the party

sorrow (Sorrow), Watch them tears gone follow
But the streets don't care Ain't shed a tear you forgotten by tomorrow (So For Real)
Chopper gone sing that's

and long
And I always felt that maybe our home was blessed
When daddy would say, mama sing us a song

Sister left home I guess
Then Bob, then Tommy, then Dan

of the giant
Tell me this then
What happened to the cars flying, Tesla bro
Is there really intelligent life on Mars, extra terrestrial
Do people get abducted by

of Pac, a little bit of Bone
A little bit of David in
The Psalms writin' songs
A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor
Call it Vice Versa, reverse

Left in a daze by the way she
Twirl her tongue on the tip
She's going fast with her bob Then she lick it off slow
Now she's in the consideration
As one

it can, Filipino, black, to Cuban
And all of son of man getting
Crushed by son of Uncle Sam

Damn, huh days go on and on
Dreams evaporating like