[Intro:]
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Let me assert my firm belief
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That the only thing that we have to fear is
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Fear itself!
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Cut the check, man (check man)
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Cut the check, man!
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Bobby!
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Ladies and gentlemen,
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Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis (Genesis)
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This is the part where you flip the fuck out as you feel the adrenaline
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I'm only here to give,
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I'm only here to give you the experience!
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Oh what an experience,
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they probably should've prescribed me with ..
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But fuck it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment
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All of these years I was taught to be ignorant
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Trying to figure out why I'm so different.
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Modern day life is set up like a pyramid
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I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance.
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Wake up now, trying to sell me a membership
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Shitting on niggas so much that I'm hemorrhaging
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Your bitch on my couch auditioning.
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She wants me to buy her some booty shots
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But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin.
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My mind's overflowing with images
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So many thoughts I can never remember them
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But I never forget to go straight to the source
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I learned to cut out all the middle men.
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I got no patience for your basics
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Time is dwindling, you just ain't interesting
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No strangers inside of the organization
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That shit is strictly prohibited (what?)
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The music industry is sickening (what?)
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But no one will ever admit this shit (oh no!)
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These niggas ain't making the numbers they make
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And shit, half of these niggas pretending!
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Yo, fuck a hater,
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Fuck a genre (fuck it!)
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No genre
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You can't box it in
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They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in
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They try to describe me,
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But they just still can't describe me to this day
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You'll never be able to describe me
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No genre, no genre, no genre
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The label!
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Why do I bother
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spending time gathering thoughts up?
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The Buddha go a little bit harder.
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I'm like Jesus on a microphone
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I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots)
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Kinda like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker.
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The rap game just got a little bit smaller
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I just lay down the facts, so lay down and stay down or stay off my sack.
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Niggas say I ain't dope, need to lay off the crack
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Busting like a motherfucking AR with lasers.
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Drop a fucking bomb on the radar like Adolph was back
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I blow a state straight off the map
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Hundred round ricochet when them stray rounds come back
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Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out the check.
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Where the, where the, where the players at?
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Bring the paper back
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Running through the racks like a motherfucking pyromaniac
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I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat
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With a decent booty hanging out her back.
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Give that thing a smack like a angry black (bow)
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But before I smash gotta wear a safety hat
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Bobby, where the Mac? Bobby, where the Mac?
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The inside got the flow, had to bring it back.
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Now motherfuckers acting conscious and shit
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Just cause you're dressed like a hippie
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Attending the Coachella concert and shit, aha!
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Don't make you no different than me
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Cause I happen to like making money and shit, ok!
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I'm just being honest, I never make promises
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I just pay homage and shit
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No genre, you bitch
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Bandz!
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Mission Statement
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B.O.B. |