B.o.B - The Backroom Freestyle lyrics

What it is, it's BoB, Bobby Ray
Mr eastside, Mr strangeClouds
I got my homie TJ’s DJs on
The ones and the twos
This here is BET backroom exclusive freestyle
A Town stand up, what up?

I put my CD on and I
Did it since the beginning
I pulled up to the table and
Helped myself to the fixes
I kicked it funky for you
To break up the repetition
When they told me I never
Obtained what I once envisioned
Now with me in my position
You welcome the competition
Honestly I’m alone in my league
In my own division hypocritical critics
All noticed but won’t admit it
They probably be just afraid of the
Change that I once presented
The duality I see in this
Game is a contradiction
All I can do is hope but the
Days I just can’t predict ‘em
The record young profane in this
Age is just so ridiculous
The population is stricken by
Fantasies of tuition me on the other hand
The plan was to be invidious
Never sacrifice myself for the
Plans of a politician
Stand in danger, just so close to the edge
They thought I’d end up in prison
I’m on the poster instead
So hallelujah boy, that’s how I do it boy
I live a different lifestyle
You ain’t used to, boy
Your girl got the type of
Mouth to whole crew enjoy
I’m on that loud pack
Call that the super noise strange Clouds, yo