Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Beaming, artist - B.o.B. Album song No Genre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
I'm Beaming |
My aura takes the form of the aurora borealis |
Or a floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad |
The neural path I’ve traveled has immediate reaction |
Can’t you see that I am beaming? |
I’ll be leaving in a second |
Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions |
At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action |
A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present |
The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house’s zenith |
Yes, the fence intimidates, it’s meant to keep you out (But) |
Let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound ('Cause) |
Freedom isn’t found inside a visa or a crown |
And even the voice of reason couldn’t speak it out loud (But) |
Mortals are immortal when their soul has been imported |
To a source that is more sovereign, important to the whole (Whole) |
This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic |
As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow |
Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear |
Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual |
Though a spirit you owe, church final |
Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire |
Or titles, or tidal waves |
Tie the game like a shot from outside when it’s 95 to 98 |
To throw slid into you left-side broke (Niggas!) (Beam!) |
Boa constrictor, chokin' (Niggas!), the grown man (Beam!) |
Pawns mean, your controllers get broken (Nigga!) (Beam!) |
Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (Nigga!) (Beam!) |
Love, I get none, like sayin' no to niggas |
Hamiltonian’s loneliness, so I hold my (Beams!) (Niggas!) |
I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display |
Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won’t go away |
I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid |
To be the star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say |
Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together |
Fire like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather |
Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap |
You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme |
You can call it super better, new to this, Ludacris |
Foolishness, Lu been doin' this since super letters |
So I can’t spell and can’t mail it out |
If you can’t feel, it’s too full, you can’t peel it out |
Showboatin' at the show, but you can’t sell it out |
I’m on the sea shepherd deck, helpin' the whales out |
All my egos in the mirror, checkin' themselves out |
The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne |
This track is what would happen if the rastas meet the mathletes |
Yes, sir, then the Chess Club got dressed up |
And went and took all the bitches of the athletes |
Big up to what’s been up, nigga |
Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good |
And the kids connected up, and they clicked snap |
Hollerin', «Yeah, we weighed on the iPhone scale app!» |
Without fail, the best to ever do it just will |
Haven’t done it all, but we got copy wheelwell, though |
But it ain’t no sweat, I got a whole outfit |
And a new fitted cap that I ain’t wore out yet |
(Check, check, check) And I’m beamin' |
Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch Zenith |
Projected widescreen, now they got it 3D |
Now we NBA’d up from development leagues |
Ay, yo, they pale in comparison to stories we tell |
Man, he see me on the hovercraft and he got a sail |
Bubble-ass Brenda, stacked up in the window |
Of whatever 'Lac truck pick her up, retail |
Nigga, what? |
It just hit me like a Mack truck semi |
On my last trip to Sydney in the Sheraton lobby |
Grab my coattails and get a grip (Grab 'em) |
You want the truth? |
Well, the truth is |
This is it, pointin' out the differences |
This is exquisite shit, riveting, isn’t it? |
Lizard king loafers on swole when I’m kickin' it |
Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole |
You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold |
Touch art, lush heart, brush my niggas' shoulder off |
Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y’all’s |
Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all |
Roger that, scholars back, solid black, go God |
Gobble Gats, go hard, condom snapped, so raw |
Pompous asshole, flash flow, turn your soul on |
So gone, strode strong through your lawn 'til the dawn |
Tell you mom, name another real as John, kill a song |
'Cause when you feel it, and it make yo' ass chill and calm |
Payin' more than just attention for that glass I’m sippin' on |
Dog, I would travel half the globe to kiss a broad |
Kiddin', ma? |
Scratch backs, bringin' out them kitten paws |
And pull a bottle out that cabinet while that kitchen’s warm |
Back to attendin' business, do not lay them digits wrong |
Dippin' all gangsta, but a renegade, no Crip or John |
This is Blu, shit is true, pyramid, period |
I know what you’re thinkin', thinkin' I do not belong |
Tell me Diggy ain’t beamin', 'course I should be on this song |
Yeah, I’m a child of God, my reflection is on |
Yeah, I’m only 15 and, but my sixteens is strong |
Didn’t want me to shine, now we sharin' the stage |
Twice as good as you rhyme, only half of your age |
So the remains, and it ain’t even how |
That Verizon flow, are you hearin' me now? |
Word to Wasalu, they was sayin' my future was dark |
I had the fame, but my name was missin' the art |
So I’m drawin' the line, and I’m crossin' the Ts |
And I’m dottin' my Is, barely catchin' my Zs |
But I’ll be good by the mornin', on my global grind like JoJo |
They be lookin' at what I’m puttin' on and, so fly, so fresh at the SoHo |
Most niggas don’t know though, they can catch me on the first flight |
Been workin' on a new mixtape, I got a call from Lupe |
But I did it for the love, no check, mate |
When people said I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, I made 'em believers |
I come from the school of hard knocks and overachievers |
From the City of Brotherly Love, they sayin' we need you |
To be the voice of the people and go against all this evil |
Some people hate it, but I made it, so I’m never concerned |
About what they be talkin' about, I’ve lived and I’ve learned |
With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn |
In this business, because I’m in control, meetin' adjourned |
I said, «It's Third Degree, y’all heard of we? |
I’m Dosage, have you heard of me?» |
I come from the bottom, so the top where I deserve to be |
Where people say it doesn’t matter to be much |
I was on the Steppin' Lasers tour, and man, I shooked it up |
That was random, but so what? |
Life is a war, better load up |
If you against me, come correct, I am the bomb, watch me blow up (Boom!) |
Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends |
I just want to say I remember when |
Well, it’s B to the O, O to the B |
You know it’s the flow, you know that it’s me, I flow to this beat |
As easy as goin' to the store and holdin' receipts |
And foldin' 'em neat, I’m focused as focused can be |
You know I got phobias, please, approach me with peace |
Or things could get heated and you’ll get ferociously beat |
Speakin' of ferociously beat, you know that girl 'Nique? |
You know she’s a freak, but anyway, back to what I’m supposed to be |
Sayin' all over this beat, you know that we Gs |
You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings |
Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah |
And you know that we lasers, so you know that we beam |
It’s the All City varsity, hard-headed squad |
We played y’all spades, y’all handle y’all cards |
But we ain’t all odds, we just blaze, man |
Y’all playin' checkers in this game, this is chess, y’all pawns |