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pull up a mini coop
Y'all really witnessing something especially
Bob the builder how my tool is right next to me
I fuck with slime but I still had to red

colliding into one another
It’s purple love

Let’s runaway
To a place where 
We can dance all night
Only you and I

Let’s loose our breath
To the rhythm

And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country
I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter
Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping

The way these diamonds dance, almost got more moves than Mike
I ain't even tryna flex, like a bodybuilder 
Just call me, and i go hammer like Bob

They pretendin' to be a different identity
Niggas be plottin' by any means
I swear niggas the epitome, bands

All that smokin' can't be safe
All

I am a modern martyr
Young Godfather
Of this rap shit
The Holy Father's
Favorite daughter
No need to fact check
My price is larger
Black Bob Barker
I

.C
You know I'd clash on my own see

But you went and chatted shit to my boy MAVY T

(YEAH)
This is a Clash Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these

Nobody knows
what you've been through
cnd when I look at you I know it's alright
When I'm right by your side

I'm feeling trapped beneth these walls
I

Drop it down, now fuck on that rhythm
Press on, don't fuck with the system
Get the wire out, plug it in the right one
Don't electrocute, take it,

the mic, kick a lil' muay thai
Smoking on the bok choy that got the whole block high
Ya neighbor like who knows, later I might stop by
Rap to ya, shoulda

a weight to
Carry on your back
What a state you
Been living in
Do you hate me
For my thick skin?
The rhythm changed
And I cut the cord
But the aftershock

Not Tonight [Ladies Night Remix]

Da Brat

Not Tonight [#2]

1997

on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,

you go, do you think it's pretty?
He goes, "Don't be so cocky
I'm just doin' my job"
Well, your job's fucked up
Don't say you're sorry 'bout it, Bob

Even Now

Bob Seger

The Distance

1982

Words and music by bob seger

There's a highway
A lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us
And takes me far away
Out in the distance
Always within

comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're

Who's Next?

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

peeped, she came by to let me hammer her
She's looking right, damn, I should've hid the camera
She hit me off but, yo, it's my word
She got dropped by

'cause we all got times, yeah

Coppers try'na lock me up and chain me
Judge me by my skin, they don't care 'bout where my brain be
Sometimes I wanna

bound to be got
Before buzzing up at 90 Parma
Yo Geordie Laforge to bridge
One to beam out
That atmospheric had me weaker
Than water and Cena memes now

can't step offbeat (Offbeat)
You got caught by the Funk (Get the Funk, y'all)
I told you and everyone

You can feel it in your bones
How the rhythm grows

as you are not by my side
Long nights, cold ice, can't feel it
Rhythm and bass got you facing the feeling that you in a lie
And I wonder what to do when I

another level, I come to settle
Your soft rock pebble, come get crushed by heavy metal
I'm the master of puppets, Geppetto
You can peddle that ass off for

Run Molly, Run

The Kingston Trio

Goin' Places

1961

got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his wooly mane.
"Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train."

(Chorus)

See them

(boaw, boaw)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money where he stay at
I

And you don't stop (right)
You got Original Flavour (right)
We bout to blow it up (right)
I got a couple of friends with me

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