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Bob - How 2 Rap
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[Verse 1: B.o.B.] Now open your mind up and listen you niggas I am the master, the guru and after I school you Im skinning you niggas You finished, Im making chinchillas out niggas You should be embarrassed Im thinking bout rapping, its killing you niggas Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you niggas And I know Im the man, no, I dont need no Grammy award on my mantle Know it dont matter, the beat it dont matter, the style, any flow I can channel You see Im from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, I grew up on Candler If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar I got these niggas nervous cause whatever lane Im in Imma handle Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow You lost in my thoughts, you dont know how to paddle I know that Im shining, I know that Im shining Dont worry cause you can find shade in my shadow From my point of view theres so many dead rappers Shit, all we need is a memorial banner My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Drake Then they said my album was pop, didnt really sound like the mixtape Now Im doing what I started, now they telling me I changed I head underrated so much you would swear it was my name Aint no rappers on my list Come holla at me when youre done riding each others dick Twenty-five million singles worlwide, Ill guess Ill take another hit Matter of fact I find this rap shit boring, man Im over it Give me my guitar pick, Ill show you shit
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