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don’t you need me, to be the key, to be free
Clap your hands like this
Bob your head like this
Bob your head like this
Turn to be freaky, wife of Adam,

I hope I die in my sleep, 'cause I'm tired of living
I hope these hoes get tired of taking, 'cause I'm tired of giving
I guess I'll never be free

this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party

Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that

my shot like Crosby  

Girl you know it ain't be like dat
I'm just in the stu tryna get that cash 
Singing songs and making raps 
Lemme know is it

you don dey bob
So many secrets in this world, many sacrifices to the top (huh-uh)

I just wanna let you now
That, I'm not a criminal
Somebody free me

on the Cheetos 
Don't think that I lost my touch by much 
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye! 
Show me to the safe 
Had to get my papers straight 
Now I'm

think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob

They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
All about the people like Garvey
Little do they know I'm a God-King
And I'm intelligent I think smartly
Woy yoy yo

said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my

Rex Bob Lowenstein

Mark Germino

Rex Bob Lowenstein

1991

here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight. 
“But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night” 

And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein

the freedom from the norm we breach

Free from formality, affliction, so the blind I reach

Middle fingers up and how em from my podium speech

That’s why I’m

Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

Interlude 5 lyrics: Lauryn Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0

You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. y'all givin'

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices

Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal

Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)

Coolio

Space Jam

1996

through you

It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your

The star on the Christmas tree when me and Ed Sheeran rip this beat
And like Kendrick Lamar, this dick ain't free
I'm a difficult man with a sky-high

[Verse]
You ain’t gotta tell me I’m the shit but if you say so
everything I do is fucking hitting, el fuego
everything I touch is fucking dope, I’m

tonight like I'm Phil Collins
I got the shakes like I'm withdrawing from pills often
And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid Crosby
I got more

the kicks straight chilling
The manny hopper
In his lanky posture
These free kicks got me feeling
Like I'm pro for my favourite sponsor
From a switch tre
Down

The Watchers

B.o.B

No Genre

2011

and demons and ghosts
But shh, hold up Bob, Don't go there
You know that they watching, they all see and stare but
They can't stop me, I'm already there

arms so strong and squeezing me
It was a powerful connection, but I'd never felt so free

Couldn't be more intimacy
As we dove into the sea

A big

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

Special Dedication

like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices