| On the battlefield I am the commander in
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| the war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
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| I’m out here salamandering
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| They out here slandering
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| Try to smear a niggas image down, damn who’s the camera man?
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| Where’s the man to man talk
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| What a fuck? |
| Get up off the nipple, man
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| Let your momma have a mammogram,
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| Busting like Sammy Sam
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| Niggas can’t even see me on the beat
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| Like a blind pianist at a band exam
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| But fuck a punch line, fuck a metaphor
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| Fuck the niggas who said they wasn’t feeling me before
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| Life is like a movie, I just write the score,
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| Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!
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| I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock,
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| Put the mic down, you’re looking sixty four!
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| I’m guessing I’m the nigga that they love to hate
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| But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!
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| Closer to my words, and closer you observe
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| Trying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd!
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| You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable
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| And why compare to me there is nobody who’s identical
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| Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald
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| I’m ballin' over here, give a fuck about your interviews
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| Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know I’m one of the coldest overall and general
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| The more I ball the more the haters run
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| When you fuck the game, the problems gonna come
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| Back down never, I’m never known to run
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| Fuck life and get high, that’s what I call overcoming obstacles
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| Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control
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| I’m callin' audibles, I know what I gotta do
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| When you travel on this road, man after a while
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| Nobody’s either on the side of you
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| Reaching out the other artists for a wider view
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| In reality artists just don’t have the time for you
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| It is what it is, I don’t take it personal
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| But it’s a jungle out, and lions don’t eat vegetables.
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| I mean veggies, I’m all about my
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| I don’t smoke and I’m never on the reggie
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| I’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m heading
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| so keep up my yard and never touch my hedges
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| I’m on the edge, you should never cross the line
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| Niggas feel safe when they’re online
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| But I’m out here touring, they out here keyboarding
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| I’m bout to show what the fuck a high score is
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| So let me do this for east side bitch
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| Decatuer GA, on six!
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| Call it what you want, but real recognize real
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| So the hush niggas don’t even exist!
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| Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it’s B.o.B
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| Said free T.I.P, now the nigga back
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| So now we gonna see what’s up and what’s good
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| Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
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| Strange Clouds, dropping soon
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| Yeah that’s what’s up, good news. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Jungle , by - B.o.B. Song from the album Epic: Every Play Is Crucial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп