ProfessorD.us - The Dope Poet Society - Bombay to Zimbabwe lyrics

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ProfessorD.us - The Dope Poet Society - Bombay to Zimbabwe lyrics

Bombay to Zimbabwe (Chorus:) My name is Doctor D Sajnani I come to rock the party All day from Bombay to Zimbabwe I study sharply, Bob Marley, Marcus Garvey Mahatma Gandhi, Black Panther Party So what the prob be on the agenda? Pretenders continue to rob the culture with sloppy Copies of what they thought HipHop be not e- -ven close to what we need the most watch me Going far beyond the sorry Excuses and uselessness that insult the Integrity of all we got in this calling Don't expect no versace on me cuz it's not me I got way better things to promote as I Launch my a**ault team on governmental nazi Seeming regimes sometimes it's hard to part the Politicians and bigots at their jolly golfing party We be laughing at that ugly snobby But too many takin' after that lust for money Better ask somebody wake up to the coffee Cuz we become the property in the grand finale (Chorus) So peep the bombs we drop in the concrete Check 1,2 and you bite me like jaws 3 It don't cost me much cuz my thoughts keep Flowing like the Ganges straight outta my natty Dread locks be growing off me in conjunction with the Knowledge I'll be fly like a dragon fly Sting like Mohammed Ali promptly That phenomenal anomaly be Def Jam D When they're not around me they be talkin' co*ky But it's awfully costly to double cross me Doctor Sajnani none can stop me Step up it'd be an MC autopsy (Chorus) Lastly alarmingly the law be regarding me Within the top three on his walkie-talkie All these cops be on me like I shot somebody Ironically the hog be bringing me beef like Pastrami, trying to falsely involve me in All the f**ry that revolves around me Constantly with no apology stalk me but Calmly I shrug it off nonchalantly Cuz I'll succeed as we rock these countries You don't got to believe me just watch me Strongly storm on D being wack is an oxy- -moron forge on the long way Not just on the information highway we in this Gra** roots army, going out the hard way ‘till our people belly full we must stay hungry (Chorus)