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kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar, of a pub

and wicked ways
Stage, phase, labyrinth in a maze
You’re stuck in all of them
At once and simultaneously dying
Peace to Bob, original lion Zion
From

around almost cuffed her she ended it
Somehow I had got lost in the intimacy
I done moved on and now she back into me
That's the way that it goes

your head
Like Cheddar Bob
Everybody want to be
In the presence of your present
But was missing in the past
Cause they never
See the vision
But they

Let's go

Yeah
I never would've guessed that your heart was covered in snow
Like it's stuck in December
Watch out for black ice you don't want

rockin with it
On the road and I'll admit it I'm chasing a fucking dream
Laid back in my caddy I'm hoping to make em lean
Middle finger stayin raised I

amiss
And I be lookin in the mirror like who is this
Lookin ass I need answers
Tell me
Did Bob Marley really die from cancer
Fela Kuti from aids
Or is

smitten by the smith and Weston's
I'm tryna spit so I dont end up in another death wish

Me and myself tryna get it, ya jerk
I'm the black Benji from

For the Outlawz

Big B

Whiskey and Women [CD/DVD]

2011

Bob Rock left it.
I done a few shows where the Sheriff won't go
And most of those shows were with David Allen Coe
In the motel sleepin', the truck stop

your gonna get popped with
A big cap like a dunce in the back where the chalk is
Not a killer but I'll stop your motion: Wallace and grommet
Ima flip yo

a surplus
You look like you should be In a circus
Mmhmm clown here mate
Plus I heard you're not welcome 'round the estate 
You, got run down by the young g's

on the table and you wont be dead
Then ill engrave without hurting
My own bars displayed in cursive
Place it back inside
So when you come back n try
Dissing

do he start running like track
Up this blick he get Ricky'd and shot in yo back
45 With the XD, not a teacher you should know not to test me
That shit

ain't sayin' shit, when I see 'em, it's on sight (yup)
They see me and bob and weave like they workin' for Snob life (ooh)
Five star hitter (yup), and I

sell it right back to you
Then shoot you
You got to pay funeral cost too
I'm brawny and brute and I stand 7'2
How I ball, there's no substitute
Student

to stay alive keep it close that 45
Back in my day, you had to be quick on your feet
Or let competitor's eat, some meat, or treat
Or something sweet or they

Take Your Time

Buckshot

Puss-N-Boots

2004

just because you want to get up in my drawers
You ready to break laws, visions of your clothes in my back
Just because you stack, now you want to act

a game
You in yo final fantasy
I been the field standing right where Peyton Manning be
Send a couple shots at you bullets like a hail Mary
Inspired by

Malcolm, Garvey, Martin
True leaders, R.I.P. to Bob Marley
So sit back, relax, catch a contact and listen up
I got the will of Harriet, Sojourner never

demo they zone out listening
The more they bob their head you know they ready to give in
The studio right away they must get you in
Sign on the dotted

the Encore
Tonight I ain't leaving inside of a limousine
I'm doing the dash cockpit in a fast car
Bring me back to life, bring me back to life
Bring me back

the judge won't spare ya
Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison

best kept secret filling in
The void that's missing no worrying again
Turn up the volume and bob your head
Coldest in the race on tracks I bobsled
You

a square in the
Game that they're used in
And realize it too late
Like the shooting of Huey Newton
Or Patrice Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughtered by