B.o.B, “Beast Mode” (Lyrics + MP3)

1 Dec

This was by request, but I’d been meaning to get to it, because Bobby rips this. Lyrics after the jump.

B.o.B, “Beast Mode”


I really don’t know how long I been doin’ this shit
I guess 2010’s the first year that you gave a shit
I was the underdog, so please excuse me a bit
I need some space, so someone please make me some room in this bitch
‘Cause I’m in beast mode, feast mode, gimme those beats, I eat those
All day, I don’t sleep, no, I don’t even know what I got sheets for
Them pillowcases and bedframes, aw naw, take that, don’t need those
So high I don’t get high, I don’t even know what I got weed fo’!
People, I’m in beast mode, whatcha think I got these teeth fo’?
Why do I rep that Eastside, and why do they all call me B-o?
But see, I knew this before anybody fed my ego
Back in the hood in East Shores, so we take the hood wherever we go
And please know, I am loyal as loyalty is when it’s gained
Dedicated, determined, dependable, yes, I committed myself to the game
Don’t be lettin’ ’em tell you them lies, we make the industry real when it’s fake
So stay meditatin’, so your head is facin’ into the direction that you aim, bitch
Okay, then, know what my name is
Excuse my language, but I’m fed up with the same shit
They say they love me, but it’s really ’cause I’m famous
See, my mama told me all this back when I was nameless
So fuck y’all, I’m shameless, I’m a beast unleashed, I’m ragin’
I’m livin’ inside of this matrix, this video game that I play in
I ride around and they praise me, I crack a smile and they wavin’
I guess you can call me David Ruffin, I’m somethin’ for the li’l Temptation
Or maybe I’m angry, maybe I just need a little more patience, huh?
Or maybe I’m crazy, maybe I just get a little too anxious
Sometimes I rhyme like I’m inside Einstein’s mind
Look at the times fly by, plenty of times I’ve died
Lookin’ at these jive guys, claimin’ they’ve lost they mind
But y’ain’t really seen shit, nigga, ’til you had your whole flipped upside down
Right side up, from the D-e-c
So the Eastside’s up, fired up, so you know
When I get to the booth, I go ham, guess I gotta do what I can
Somethin’ like kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh, I dunno which abio I chant
I’m kinda like a blur with these words, yes, I’m always heard with these verbs
Runnin’ at a hundred kilometers, man, pretty soon I’ma leave Earth (Earth)
Earth, earthlings, or whatever, human beings
I’m a beast, you’re a feast, curly fries, onion rings
This is not a fuckin’ game, ain’t no referees involved
This is military combat, soldiers standin’ guard
Round my yard, entourage, Ham Squad, to be exact
Smokin’ hams, smackin’ backs, take your girl, have her back
We don’t want her round my team, she’s a slut and she’s a freak
But you don’t know ’cause she’s discreet, I swear I say everything
That’s a bit
Man, I’m fed up to my neck with the stress
I could use a wish, Hayley, where you at?
I guess the only exception to these girls is that I rap
But I only attack
‘Cause I’m in beast mode, just beast mode
Everybody know that I’m a motherfuckin’ monster!
Monster, energy drinks shoulda been my sponsor
But sometimes I wonder, what is this race I run for?
I give a fuck ’bout numbers, so I do find it ironic
That these niggas gettin’ mad at me, talkin’ all sideways with they eyes glazed
They mad ’cause I’m straight, what the mind sees, the eyes say
And they say that I went pop, and the streets say I ain’t hip-hop
Well, if it’s not, let the shit stop

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