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Is Your Doctor Full of You Know What?
The Robert Scott Bell ShowUh! Lemme ask you somethin’— Can you dig it? If you eatin’ clean, movin’ right, Your body’s gotta flow, day and night! One time, two times, every day, That’s the rhythm nature say! Oooooh yeah—don’t you quit, Check your doc—see if he’s full of “you know what”! Is your doctor full of you know what? (Good God!) Is your doctor full of you know what? (HIT ME!) If he don’t poop like you— Fire that man, that ain’t your crew! C’mon now! Listen… If he says “three days, maybe four,” That ain’t health—that’s a locked-up door! Your gut should sing, your gut should groove, Twice a day, it’s gotta move! Ohhhh, the truth’s legit, Healthy flow don’t back it up, don’t quit! Uh! Time to clean house… If your doc says “once a week,” That’s advice you don’t need to keep! Health’s about flow, not gettin’ stuck, Tell your doc, “You’re outta luck!” Yeahhh—pack it up, that’s it! Fire your doc ‘cause he’s full of you know what! Is your doctor full of you know what? (Tell me now!) Is your doctor full of you know what? (Say it loud!) One a day just won’t do— Twice a day, that’s health for you! Doctor, Doctor—lemme ask you somethin’— How many times you goin’ in a day? Uh… every three? FIRED! Get outta here! Yeah! Natural healing knows the way, Every day, every day! Listen to your gut, don’t you quit, Find a doc who ain’t full of… you know what! Is your doctor full of you know what? (One more time!) Is your doctor full of you know what? (Good God!) Don’t take bad advice, stay legit, Healthy life—get rid of it (HUH!) “I feel good… when my gut moves right!” “Twice a day, baby—stay funky tight!” “Fire that doc—ohhh yeah!”61 views -
The RSB List
The Robert Scott Bell ShowAdditives, preservatives, colorings, flavorings, pesticides, herbicides, fungicides, GMOs heavy metals, plasticizers and EMFs254 views -
Babylon Nah Feed Yuh
The Robert Scott Bell ShowIf di store lock up, if di truck nah run, If di dollar fall, tell mi what yuh gwan do, son? Dem promise safe, dem promise strong, But di belly still empty, di time get long. Fi too long we beg from di government hand, Fi too long we lost in di corporate plan. But di Earth still turn, and di roots still grow, Di real revolution be di food yuh know! Plant di seed, watch it grow! Madda know, Fadda know! Freedom come from di land, Babylon cyaan tek di hand! Mek a friend wit’ di farmer, link up di land, Di city man soon overstand. Di soil nah lie, di seed nah fake, Di truth be strong in di food yuh make. Yuh cyaan eat gold, cyaan eat stock, Cyaan eat promise from di banker's talk. But di mango ripe, and di yam still sweet, Di ones who plant be di ones who eat! Plant di seed, watch it grow! Sista know, Bredda know! Freedom come from di land, Babylon cyaan tek di hand! Teach yuh pickney how fi grow di green, Teach dem how fi live clean. Di Earth still give, di rain still fall, No man shall hunger when food grow tall! Rebel wit’ a shovel, fight wit’ a seed, Di ground give plenty, it give what yuh need. Break dem chains, build yuh own, Di key to di kingdom is food yuh grown! Plant di seed, watch it grow! Eldah know, Pickney know! Freedom come from di land, Babylon cyaan tek di hand! Di elders did warn, but who did hear? Now Babylon fall, di end is near. But Jah provide, Jah mek a way, Di righteous farmer will rule di day! If yuh cyaan dig, if yuh cyaan sow, Den find di ones who mek di food grow. Support di farmer, support di plan, Di rebel way fi livin’ strong! Turn to di farmer, turn to di land, Turn to di wisdom, turn to Jah hand! Nuh trust di system, dem play a big game, Food a di power, remember di name! Dig di dirt, plant di tree! Dat di way fi stay free! Food a di power, food a di key! Dat di way fi unity! Nuh wait pon Babylon, plant yuh own! Plant yuh own! Plant yuh own! When di time get rough, yuh reap what yuh sow! Reap what yuh sow! Reap what yuh sow! "Di real revolution… is di food yuh grow."232 views 1 comment -
Don't Shed On Me!
The Robert Scott Bell ShowYou say it’s safe, but I know it’s not, Your needle brings poison, that’s all you’ve got. God made me perfect, He made me whole, You won’t rewrite what’s etched in my soul. Don’t shed on me (Don’t shed on me!) Keep your toxins far from me (Far from me!) This temple is sacred, it was meant to be, Don’t tread, don’t shed on me. You call it progress, but it breaks His plan, Defiles the body He gave to man. The power to heal is designed in me, Forever His gift, for eternity. Leader: Built by God, and not by men, Choir: His healing lives within! Leader: No shot, no drug, no wicked scheme, Choir: Can change the Lord’s design in me! Don’t shed on me (Don’t shed on me!) Keep your poison far from me (Far from me!) The power to heal is designed in me, Don’t tread, don’t shed on me. Don’t tread… don’t shed… on me.295 views 3 comments -
The Happy Housewives Club
The Robert Scott Bell ShowI wake up early, put the coffee on Kids runnin’ wild, but I’m stayin’ strong Got a list a mile long, but I don’t mind ‘Cause this little world is where I shine Homemade biscuits, Sunday roast Kitchen’s warm, and I love it the most They say I should want more than this But they don’t know what happiness is They call me old-fashioned, say I’ve lost my way But honey, I’m laughin’, ‘cause I love my days I’m part of the Happy Housewives Club Where we love our men and we live for love Rockin’ these aprons, wearin’ ‘em proud Dancin’ in the kitchen, music up loud We make a house feel warm and bright Fill it with love and we do it right No, we ain’t missin’ out on nothin’ but stress We’re livin’ the dream, and we wouldn’t trade it for less They call us desperate, but girl, we’re free Ain’t chained to a desk or a dead-end dream We run this home like a CEO And honey, that’s somethin’ they’ll never know Raisin’ babies, budget’s tight But we stretch a dollar and sleep at night Homeschool lessons at the kitchen table Keepin’ life fun, keepin’ love stable They say we should want more than this But tell me, what’s better than family bliss? I’m part of the Happy Housewives Club Where we love our men and we live for love Rockin’ these aprons, wearin’ ‘em proud Dancin’ in the kitchen, music up loud We make a house feel warm and bright Fill it with love and we do it right No, we ain’t missin’ out on nothin’ but stress We’re livin’ the dream, and we wouldn’t trade it for less Homemaking’s power, don’t get it wrong Takes a strong kinda woman to keep life strong We build a future with our own two hands We’re queens of our castles, we take a stand I’m part of the Happy Housewives Club Where we love our men and we live for love Rockin’ these aprons, wearin’ ‘em proud Dancin’ in the kitchen, music up loud We make a house feel warm and bright Fill it with love and we do it right No, we ain’t missin’ out on nothin’ but stress We’re livin’ the dream, and we wouldn’t trade it for less So pour some sweet tea, turn the radio up Raise a toast to the Happy Housewives Club!215 views 1 comment -
Bernie The Bitch
The Robert Scott Bell ShowBa-da-da, doo-bee-da-da, snap those fingers in time! We got a story ‘bout a senator who loves the party line… Bernie the Bitch, oh he’s barking again, Growlin’ at Bobby while defending his friends. He hates Big Pharma when it’s pills or it’s cash, But when it comes to vaccines — he’s quick to rehash! Oh he’ll rail on the billionaires, He’ll cry for the working class, But ask him about health freedom? He’ll kick it straight in the… BLEEP Bernie the Bitch, just a lapdog in chains, Talkin’ tough on Wall Street, but Pharma remains. He says he’s for the people, for the workers and such, But when it comes to your body — oh, he don’t care that much! He shouts for free healthcare, oh what a delight, But your right to say “no” somehow’s not in sight. Conflicts of interest? He don’t make a fuss, The CDC’s cashin’ in, and he rides the vax bus. “What about freedom?” (“Bernie don’t care!”) “What about Pharma?” (“He won’t go there!”) “What about Bobby, trying to fight?” (“Bernie the Bitch says ‘shhh, don’t shine that light!’”) Bernie the Bitch, he’s a broken cliché, Says he fights the system, but he’s part of the play. Shoutin’ ‘bout corruption, oh he’ll give a good pitch, But when Bobby speaks truth — here comes Bernie the Bitch! So raise up your glasses, let’s all make the switch, To freedom and truth — not old Bernie the Bitch! Well......... Bernie Sanders is a bitch He's a big fat bitch He's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world He's a stupid bitch If there ever was a bitch He's a bitch to all the boys and girls! On Monday, he's a bitch On Tuesday, he's a bitch On Wednesday to Saturday, he's a bitch Then on Sunday, just to be different He's a super King KaMAHAmeha biatch! Come on! You all know the words Have you ever met my friend Bernie? He's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world He's a mean old bitch (la-la-la-la) And He has stupid hair (la-la-la-la) He's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch He's a stupid bitch! (whoa!) Bernie Sanders' a bitch And He's such a dirty bitch! (bitch!) I really mean it Bernie Sanders He's a big fat Effing bitch Bernie Sanders Yeah! Cha!489 views -
Where Were You Senator? Where Were You?
The Robert Scott Bell ShowThe children grew heavier, the sickness spread wide, Diabetes at the table, no safe place to hide. Autism rising, depression in their eyes, You sat in those chambers, deaf to their cries. You sat for years, did nothing, Now you call him radical for trying to heal. You sat for years, did nothing, While the pain of the people was real. Where were you, Senator Wyden? Where were you? Where were you, Senator Sanders? Where were you? The classrooms are hurting, the playgrounds are still, While childhood disease climbs higher uphill. Families are breaking under burdens they knew, But what did you offer? A speech or two. You sat for years, did nothing, Now you call him reckless for trying to fight. You sat for years, did nothing, But RFK Jr. is shining a light. Where were you, Senator Warnock? Where were you? Where were you, Senator Warren? Where were you? Your pockets grew heavy, pharma checks in your hand, While illness kept spreading all over this land. You point fingers at change, but the truth cuts through — The real danger was the nothing you chose to do. You sat for years, did nothing, Now you fear the voice that speaks for the weak. You sat for years, did nothing, Radical isn’t healing — radical is turning your cheek. Where were you, Senator Warner? Where were you? Where were you, Senator Cassidy? Where were you? Where were you, Senator? Where were you? The children were crying… but you never moved.233 views -
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