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granddad woolly - bob barkah lyrics

(intro)
and so i’m swinging on the scene like that man peter parker/
keep the cuts fresh, you got em thinking he the barber/
while you can’t make a move without a word from your sponsor/
you little with the mic and that’s word to bob barker, yeah/

(granddad woolly)
the price is right for a brotha this nice/
that’s opposed to dime dozens out here giving they life/
bet they dreams on the pie, barley getting a slice/
with a mind that ain’t built, it’s too fragile to fight, ayo/
never trust a soul who ain’t taken thеy lumps/
cause they a hop, skip and jump from getting jumpеd you punk/
you seem maddened by this, you better get out ya funk/
because i settle every score, and 21 all the skunks, ayo/
the ones that you learned built a temporary lane/
they themselves ain’t sustain, then they skidded off the path/
the ones that i learned kept the fire on burn/
all legends in the game and still k!ll it on the wax, facts/
them clout routes they travel on heavily/
they’ll never get to cherish cause it basks in the brevity/
do it for yourself and accept the real destiny/
scenic route truth brings the land of longevity/
you hit that showcase, show up to take the crown/
and never taste complacent, tend to take the show down/
and for every one soul who know and care to show you/
there’s 10 more out there who can today years old you/
(chorus)
because we all started off as that face in the crowd/
till the game called your name and had you come on down/
get on the mic and name your price and say that sh+t out loud/
till you hit the main stage where the legends are found, with a sound/
that give you years in the game/
and respect from the peers when they ears hear your name/
that’s that bob barkah,/
years in the game, and respect from the peers when they ears hear your name/
that’s that bob barkah/

(slug)
they call me sean but not carter/
or connery or even cassidy/
still i actually have to keep rapping till the acid leaks out of my battery/
this ain’t even a verse, it’s just a smattering/
i like the way these birds behave/
but that ain’t reason enough to desert my cave/
so i arrange these words, deliberately/
place them in an order that can compliment an ordinary day so i can/
try and focus on the bigger ill+strations/
building up the mailing list, filling in the blanks and/
listen to my favorites on terrestrial stations/
living in a bubble from outside the conversations/
i look up at the sunshine i’m trying to see/
i think maybe you need a little vitamin d/
grew arms and legs and climbed out of the sea/
the memory is kinda like a broken time machine/
(chorus)
because we all started off as that face in the crowd/
till the game called your name and had you come on down/
get on the mic and name your price and say that sh+t out loud/
till you hit the main stage where the legends are found, with a sound/
that give you years in the game/
and respect from the peers when they ears hear your name/
that’s that bob barkah,/
years in the game, and respect from the peers when they ears hear your name/
that’s that bob barkah/

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