the watchers
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!