Dont push

Stolen from an africa land,
Chased out with a knife
With a face like
Bob marley
And a mouth like a motor-bike

Oh well the bars are always open,
And the time is always right
And if gods good word goes unspoken
The music goes all night

And it goes..

If I was bob marley I said could you be loved?
And if I was half pint Id ball lord up above

If I was mike tyson Id look for a fight
If I was a boomtown rat I would be stayin up all night
If I was the king ad-rock I would get stoopid dumb
And if rhymes were valiums Id be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, you know what Id do?
Id point that shit straight at the sky
And shoot heaven on down for you

Because the bars are always open
And the time is always right
And if gods good work goes unspoken
The music goes all night,
And it goes

I want a lover but I cant find the time
I want a reason but cant find a rhyme
I want to start some static but I cant afford
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Hey

Now a days is clear as you please
Strap with protection or struck with disease...disease

Laughter, its free
Anytime just call me
439-0116

When your down with sublime
You get
Funky fresh lyrics.

Stolen from an africa land,
Ill chase that other bar,

I saw my best friend tonight, so, dont push me too far

Im gonna run
Come down with the new lyrics
Get hit, get hip,
Dont slip you knuckle heads
Racism is scism on a serious tip
You dont belive me then I go on bust your lip

Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm man, it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover yet it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line...




40oz continue here

Go and wake the town, tell the people the news,
Ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose.

Here I am like a ragin storm
With a brand new style and a unique fashon.
(sung at same time)
I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin, shinin

And good good vibes, that keep on playin, playin

Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality
Come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee
Come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee
Come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee

Thema fire one shot-
Pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema fire two shots
Pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema fire three shots
Pump pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema hear about me rock

With me armor
When they start counterreact with me armor
Thama launch an attack with me armor
Coutnerreact with me armor

When they start counterreact
When me am bigger
Hear me copy
Tell you about this wicked stylee


People wanna come up and they wan tell me:
Smokin crack cocaine better than sensi.
Yourre puffin that shit yo were sick of it!
Tweakin every weekend and we just cant take it.

Whoa-oh, we no wan plastic!
Ba!



Shs continue here

Lord have his grilled cheese
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode
Not like doin coke or cheeba
Not like takin a load

Because Im on time me style rough and rugged
I keep my body strong, clean and ...

People wanna come up and they want tell me
Smokin crack cocaine better than sensi

Once done it
Me sick of it

If you touch me style
Me gonn bust your lip
We give it to you like a newman flick
Because its simple
We dont want plastic, bo!

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