The Watchers - B.o.B

Yes, I feel the end, the end is close

The same thing happened eons 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, the all-seeing 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 fructose, fructose

You wanna know the truth?

Really, you don’t, you don’t

It’ll blow you out your mind, like a UFO, UFO

I’m basically a resident of Pluto, Pluto

You know, but you’ll probably be the same one hatin'

Sayin' every rapper is in the freemasons

While the cops giving out free mace to your face

Now how do that taste?

I’m outta my mind

These videos tellin' y’all lies, bruh

Tellin' y’all we holding evil hand-signs, bruh

Last time I checked I’m from the Eastside, bruh

So do your research and make your own mind up

'Cause us musicians have influence on this 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 y’all hours

But pucker up because the truth gets sour

More sour than the sour diesel I devour

Hear me by the hour, I give you 50 vowels

When I brain storm it’s 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 somethin' make sure they pay you

And if not, take a thankyou

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

Yeah, I bust these verses off, et cetera, et cetera

‘Cause they watching y’all like the Federers, owww

Kadoish, kadoish, kadoish

Adonai Tsebayoth

It’s B.O.B.

and I’m out.

Peace!