the grind in Georgia All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but Georgia We ain't playin' witcha We on the grind in Georgia All the time, it ain't
never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live, no replays make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell
niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live, no replays make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell
party Girl, you ain't the greatest, the greatest was Ali In the words of the late great Bob Marley No woman no cry, yes sir I do believe I count my blessin' every time
to Sojourner Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley
Selassie And the great Bob Marley. Malcom X with any means necesary Martin Luther marching to victory. Mother Theresa Princess Diana Even Tupac Shakur And the one Daddy Biggie. Well they will
yes is fine (laughing) ok? (voice from audience a??I love that songa??) Thank you. Praise God. I tell you, I know everybody's in the same mess. I'm telling
mine You get yours and I'll get mine And we'll help each other make it through the bad times When they see me they ask me Will there ever be another
never be Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day Performing acapella, no DJ, 98 live, no replays Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell
+) A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums rotten shit, make the opposite team call time out knockin niggas three times
my fucking shit.... but ill let that go this time even though you messed up my fucking rhyme i think that its time to hit the dro' get ready for it dont
, R1, R6 Won't see man wingin' on a Harley But you will see man in Trenchtown Puffing on the high grade, visit the yard of Bob Marley Old Wolksvagen, all empty Tell
the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums Rotten shit make the opposite team call the time out Knockin' niggas three times
golly Like bob marley, we jammin', by all means And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines 5, never judge a rapper by the song he make Some of the coolest rapping niggas will
't playin witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley'
with the Bob Marley imposters Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down Next time
young Queezy workin' the map It's called class Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get Imma rip through the city and tell
'all!) Real live y'all (Live y'all!) Inside, outside, come around (Who's that?) Brown! Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley