Bob - Welcome to the Jungle (Freestyle) lyrics

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Bob - Welcome to the Jungle (Freestyle) lyrics

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

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