B.o.B - The Watchers lyrics

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 BOB and I’m out peace!