(feat. B.o.B, Lupe Fiasco)
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[B.o.B:]
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Yeah whats hot
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Ha
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Whats up
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Who
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Hey
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Its B.O
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Well if ya, lookin for me I'm
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Probably in metropolis
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Ah, I do this for the love, so this is
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Non profit shit um
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I born welcome to
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You can calls this monopoly
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Obviously, my approach to music
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Aint moderate
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As, my mascoma spits
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I am the anomaly
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I love all my haters, cuz my haters
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Is what got me here!
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Strangers hate bobby me
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Groupies try to buddy me
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But I'm in a different planet so
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Excuse my astrology
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But, there are no apologies
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For droping all these prophecies
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Breaking over barrier,
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You drugged n I say stoppin me
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Fellas are symetrical n I guess I'm
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Just geometry
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Guess I'm just atomically built away
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That I bob wanna be
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Bob wanna be, you stride on to be
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We slide on our feet
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We tightrope
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I dont need no whatgotronomy
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I do this in a blindfold
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Honestly, we let it top
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I like people who die for
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So we keep on tippin every second
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We tightrope
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[Janelle Monae:]
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Baby baby baby
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Whether you high
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Or low
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Baby whether you high or low
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You got to tip on the tightrope
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Now let me see you do the tightrope
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And I'm still dreamin on it
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[Lupe Fiasco:]
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Greetings. welcome to the meeting,
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Of the minds
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That'd be thinking all the time
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While defeating all the blind
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Following, swallowing, drinking of
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The time
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On the traditions, of,
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Keeping in a line
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I prefer to figure hate
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And then after that rock, rock all
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Night
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Til the candles on my mantle stop
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And its getting programming on
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Every single channel watched
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Televised revolutionaries on the
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Chaple top
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Shouting, now were never lonely
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Let it accounting
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Midevil raft manics keep us
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Average and a melting
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But I surpass that,
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I, dropped out of they math class
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I am, cuz I thought,
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Now my type of tiger cyle bat
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[Janelle Monae:]
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Baby baby baby
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Whether you high
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Or low
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Baby whether you high or low
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You got to tip on the tightrope
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Now let me see you do the
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Tightrope
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Now now now now..
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Na na na na..
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I can grind with the fellas
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And rock a stage acapella
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Never, can ya hear me
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I am unpredictable like the weather
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Ta ta talking about me I stay floated
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Like a feather
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Jump on a elevator baby we on the
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Next level
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Im just dropped and ive been on
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Cover covers
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Black and white tux, aint no need
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For no other colors
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Ta ta talking about, why dont she
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Change her clothes?
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Well they aint seem to mind
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The last 3 times I posed in vogue
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Some people get high
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And then some people get low
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Well I'm gon keep in the middle
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So my people could know
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Im the dawg, stand up tall
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Cuz I'm talkin to ya'll
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I can pose, I balance all
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Like I'm dominique dawes
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And I'm gone!
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High
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Or low
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Baby whether you high or low
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You got to tip on the tightrope
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Now let me see you do the
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Tightrope
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Baby baby baby whether you high
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Or low
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Baby whether you high or low
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You got to tip on the tightrope
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Now let me see you do the
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Tightrope
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And I'm still dreamin on it
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Tightrope (Wondamix)
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Janelle Monae |