Lyrics:
on a spaceship with bob dylan
I made this record with my mind back on track
My rhymes all came uh straight from the sack
They stored in my genital warts
When
to crawl
Freedom from sorrow
Is just two doors away
I'll escape for a short time
But I know I can't stay
Two doors down is where they'll find me
a
Child what is
Moral and immoral, right and wrong
We first and foremost can
Establish what the laws that govern
Us are you can
Always escape hell by not
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you
You're from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes
Flew in for the convention
Getting tipsy in a bar
You're leaving pretty late
Gotta get
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Make sure nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Bob praise be to Nero's
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
to escape down south to my Miami house
And fifty spring in the couch
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck,
right?
You must obey those powerful feelings
Coming from inside
Victim of your drives
Personification of insanity
No escape [X2]
You can't control
to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
So where you from? Where chicks
Rock Air Force One's
Belly shirts
you know
That in the end we all gon' die, can't escape it if you try
I know your lighters up but I'ma blow your high (Eyyy!)
I'ma blow your high
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Springsteen and Hunter
Ochs and Chapin, Mellencamp and Strummer
Billy Bragg, Jeff Tweedy,
day for that sound
A brand new mustang is pulling up slow
Beside the front porch in the drive
His best friend Dylan waves from the window
And Billy
Selassie I leave em terrified, what me say
Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I
Flying
From splittin' your shit wide open, no stitches can save
You'll die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way
You end up going out, but I guess
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Walking these train tracks, tryin' to regain back
The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
my fame,Ice capital T
Evil E's his name
If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind
You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
Go Ice get
escape us haters (ohh)
No matter how hard you try
You can't stop us now (oh, no matter)
No matter how hard you try
You can't stop us now (no)
You
on P-Valley)
This spot ain't for chillin', boy, this the dope house
My dog named his daughter Dylan from dealin' coke out (yeah)
Fuck all that dog breedin',
I can't hear a thing
These waves crash faster
I can't see a thing
These arms grab for wonder
King redeem, queen serene
Dust drifts by with one
true,
Yeah, I wrote this song for you
To tell you that your fifteen minutes of fame are almost up,
Yeah and one more thing
Ben Lee, you suck
Bob Dylan
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