Mission Statement – B.o.B – letras

[Intro]Cut the check man (woh) x2Bobby![Verse 1]Ladies and gentlemen (gentlemen)GentlemenConsider this moment the Genesis (Genesis)This is the part where you flip the fuck outAs you feel the adrenaline (feel the adrenaline)I’m only here to giveI’m only here to give you the experience (oh what an experience)Oh what an experienceThey probably should’ve prescribed me with Ritalin (yea)But fuck itRumor has it A. D. H. D wasn’t real, it was just an experimentAll of these years I was taught to be ignorant (what)Tryin’ to figure out why I’m so dif-ferentModern day life is set up like a pyramid (what)I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance (ha)Wake up now, tryna’ sell me a membershipShittin’ on niggas so much that I’m hemorrhagingYour bitch on my couch auditioningShe wants me to buy her some booty shotsBut I can’t fix a flat, I’m not MichelinMy mind’s overflowing with imagesSo many thoughts I can never remember them (ha)But I never forget to go straight to the sourceI learned to cut out all the middle manI got no patience for your basicsTime is windiling, you just ain’t interestingNo strangers inside of the organizationThat shit is strictly prohibited (what)The music industry is sickening (what)But no one will ever admit this shit (oh no)These niggas ain’t making the numbers they makeShit and half of these niggas pretending[Bridge]Yo, fuck a hater, fuck a genre (fuck it)No genre (no)You can’t box it inThey try to box me in but they couldn’t box me inThey try to describe me but they just still can’t describe me to this dayYou’ll never be able to describe meNo genre (no genre) x3The label[Verse 2]Why do I bother? (why do I bother)Spending time gathering thoughts up(?) go a little bit harder (little bit harder)I’m like Jesus on the microphoneI make vodka from water (shots x3)Kinda’ like Jimmy CarterJust a little bit darker (just a little bit darker?)The rap game just got a little bit smallerI just lay down the factsSo lay down and stay downOr stay off my sac (ok)Niggas say I ain’t dope, need to lay off the crackBustin’ like a motherfuckin’ Ar with lasersDrop a fuckin’ bomb on the radar like Adolph was backI blow a (?) straight off the mapHundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come backGot to go and get this paper, I can’t hang out to chatWhere the- where the- where the playas at?Bring the paper backRunning through the racks like a motherfuckin’ pyromaniacI need a lady that ain’t a basic rat, with a crazy gatWith a decent booty hanging out her backGive that thing a smack like a angry black (pow)But before I smash gotta’ wear a safety hatBobby where the mac? x2Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it backNow motherfuckers acting conscious and shit (ha)Just cause you’re dressed like a hippieAttending the culture like concerts and shit (?)Don’t make you no different than meCause I happen to like making money and shitI’m just being honest, I never make promisesI just pay homage and shitNo Genre you bitchBandz