Bob Barkah Lyrics – Granddad Woolly
Singer: Granddad Woolly
Title: Bob Barkah
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/
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 kill 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/
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/
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 illustrations/
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/
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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