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