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Bob - How 2 Rap Lyrics

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Now open your mind up and listen you niggas
I am the master, the guru and after I school you Im skinning you niggas
You finished, Im making chinchillas out niggas
You should be embarrassed Im thinking bout rapping, its killing you niggas
Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you niggas
And I know Im the man, no, I dont need no Grammy award on my mantle
Know it dont matter, the beat it dont matter, the style, any flow I can channel
You see Im from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, I grew up on Candler
If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar
I got these niggas nervous cause whatever lane Im in Imma handle
Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow
You lost in my thoughts, you dont know how to paddle
I know that Im shining, I know that Im shining
Dont worry cause you can find shade in my shadow
From my point of view theres so many dead rappers
Shit, all we need is a memorial banner
My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Drake
Then they said my album was pop, didnt really sound like the mixtape
Now Im doing what I started, now they telling me I changed
I head underrated so much you would swear it was my name
Aint no rappers on my list
Come holla at me when youre done riding each others dick
Twenty-five million singles worlwide, Ill guess Ill take another hit
Matter of fact I find this rap shit boring, man Im over it
Give me my guitar pick, Ill show you shit

Bob lyrics