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Welcome to the Jungle Lyrics

[Verse: B.o.B]

On the battlefield I am the commander in
The war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
I"m out here salamandering
They out here slandering
Try to smear a n***** image, d*** who"s the camera man?
Where"s the man to man talk
What a f***? Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram
Busting like Sammy Sam
n***** can"t even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But f*** a punch line, f*** a metaphor
f*** the n***** who said that they wasn"t feeling me before
Life is like a movie, I just write the score
Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!
I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my c***
Put the mic down, you"re looking sixty four!
I"m guessing I"m the n**** that they love to hate
But they still watch a n****, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher the flow you n***** know this s*** is absurd!
You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable
And why compare to me there is nobody who"s identical
Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald
I"m ballin" over here, give a f*** about your interviews
n***** talk, hoes too, but they know I"m one of the coldest overall and general
The more I ball the more the haters run
When you f*** the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, I"m never known to run
f*** life and get high, that"s what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up off my tosticles, I got this understand control
I"m callin" audibles, I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobody"s on the either side of you
Reaching out the other artists for a wider view
In reality artists just don"t have the time for you
It is what it is, I don"t take it personal
But it"s a jungle out, and lions don"t eat vegetables
I mean veggies, I"m all about my
I don"t smoke bap and I"m never on the reggie
I"m going full speed, but I don"t know where I"m heading
So keep up off my yard and never touch my hedges
I"m on the edge, you should never cross the line
n***** feel safe when they"re online
But I"m out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I"m bout to show ya'll what the f*** a high score is
So let me do this for east side b****
Decatuer GA, camera rolls on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So to us, n***** don"t even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it"s B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the n**** back
So now we gonna see what"s up and what"s good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
Strange Clouds, dropping soon
Yeah that"s what"s up, good news
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