B.o.B - Mission Statement lyrics

"Let me assert my firm belief
That the only thing
That we have to fear is fear it'self"

Kutt The Check, oh kutt The Check, Bobby!

Ladies and gentlemen
Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis
This is the part where you flip the
Fuck out as you feel the adrenaline
I'm only here to give
I'm only here to give you the experience
Oh, what an experience
They probably should've prescribed
Me with Ritalin
But fuck it, rumor has it ADHD wasn't real
It was just an experiment
All of these years I was
Taught to be ignorant
Tryin' to figure out why I'm so different
Modern day life is set up like a pyramid
I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance
Wake up now, tryna' sell me a membership
Shittin' on niggas so much
That I'm hemorrhaging
Your bitch at my concert auditioning
She wants me to buy her some booty shots
But, I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin
My mind's overflowing with images
So many thoughts I can never remember them
But, I never forget to go
Straight to the source
I learned to cut out all the middle men
I got no patience for your basics
Time is dwindling, you just ain't interesting
No strangers inside of the organization
That shit is strictly prohibited
The music industry is sickening
But no one will ever admit this shit
These niggas ain't making the
Numbers they make
And shit, half of these niggas pretending

Yo, fuck a hater, fuck a genre no genre
You can't box it in
They try to box me in but
They couldn't box me in
They try to describe me but they just
Still can't describe me to this day
You'll never be able to describe me
No genre, no genre, no genre the label

Why do I bother (why do I bother
Spending time gathering thoughts up to prove
I go a little bit harder
I'm like Jesus on the microphone
I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots)
Kinda' like Jimmy Carter
Just a little bit darker
The rap game just got a little bit smaller
I just lay down the facts
So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack
Niggas say I ain't dope
Need to lay off the crack
Bustin' like a motherfuckin' AR with lasers
Drop a fuckin' bomb on the
Radar like Adolf was back
I blow a state straight off the map
Hundred round ricochet
When them stray rounds come back
Got to go and get this paper
I can't hang out to chat
Where the, where the, where the players at?
Bring the paper back
Running through the racks like
A motherfuckin' pyromaniac
I need a lady that ain't a basic rat
With a crazy gat
With a decent booty hanging out her back
Give that thing a smack like a angry black
(pow)
But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat
Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac?
Man Eastside got the flow
Had to bring it back
Now motherfuckers acting conscious and shit
Just cause you're dressed like a hippie
Attending the Coachella concert and shit
Don't make you no different than me
Cause, I happen to like making money and shit
I'm just being honest, I never make promises
I just pay homage and shit
No Genre you bitch bandz