Yes, I feel the end, the end is close
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the same thing happened eon's ago
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to know exactly you have to read up some more
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everyday technology speeds up some more
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as is above, so is below
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some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold
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we are the souls, yes we have been chose
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some roll with angels and demons and ghosts
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but shh, hold up Bob, Don't go there
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you know that they watching, they all see and stare but
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they can't stop me, I'm already there
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and y'all ain't seen shit but y'all already scared
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I'm gone, high like frutose, frutose
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you wanna know the truth, really, you gone, you gone
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it'll blow ya out ya mind like a UFO, UFO
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I'm basically a resident of Pluto, Pluto
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you know, but you'll probably be the same one hating
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saying every rapper is in the freemasons
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while the cops giving out free mase to your face
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now how do that taste
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I'm outta my mind
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these video's tellin' yo lies, bruh
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tellin' yo, we holding evil hand signs bruh
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last time I checked I'm from the eastside bruh
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so do your research and make ya own mind up
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'cause us musicians have influence on the mic
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but they don't like that so they conquer and divide
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Double-H N-D, hip hop never dies
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so shoot all you want, but we fly
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because you know, no one man should have all that power
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obviously cause it's only one power
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but nevermind, y'all keep worshipping Towers
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while the clock keeps handing yo hours
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but pucker up because the truth gets sour
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more sour than the sour diesel I devour
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hear me by the hour, I give ya fifty vowels
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when I brain storm its like a shower
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so pull out your towels
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and don't let em play you
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do your own thing
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fuck what they do
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and if you good at something make sure they pay you
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and if not take a thank you
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whether they praise you, or whether they hate you
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it's all about the attention that they pay you
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y'all on that grape drink
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try this grape juice
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shouts to Grand Hustle
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we got that break through
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and yes, it's evident we better than the rest of these competitors
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really there ain't no-one else ahead of us
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y'all was these verses off etc, etc
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cause they watching y'all like the Federers, owww
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kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh
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it's B.O.B and I'm out,
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Peace!
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The Watchers
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B.O.B. |