PoW WoW - B.o.B

We will ensure that our government never opens the door to the use of cloning…

for human reproduction.

It is dangerous, profoundly wrong and has no place in our society or any

society.

This order is an important step in advancing--

But when everything comes out it’s going to blow the lid off of everything,

because this is the biggest damn story in human history, and it’s simply this:

You are not alone and you have never been alone

Bobby Ray, Bandz

Bobby Ray ha-ha

Show your belly button if you ain’t a clone

Show your belly button if you ain’t a clone

Show your belly button if you ain’t a clone

If you a surrogate you homegrown

Why you still got them damn panties on?

Why you still on your damn camera phone?

Bobby Ray Bandz on Genghis Khan

Walking in with the damn Daniels on

Haters on my dick, no I ain’t alone

Airports sell too much damn cologne

State niggas wear too much damn cologne

Pack so loud smell it through the phone

Bob when you gonna write a book for shits sake?

But niggas don’t read so I keep making mixtapes

I keep making mixtapes

Everyone I meet shop a beat or a mixtape

See they plan to enslave

And make a billion dollars just off inmates

Clone meat your intake

Chicken look like it do nothing but lift weights

And you just fixed the big plate

Kids looking growing by fifth grade

Other day I saw a baby in a stroller

Little nigga had a goatee and a temp fade

Goatee and a temp fade, goatee and a temp fade, goatee and a temp fade

If chemtrails are clouds when I pee it’s lemonade

Over and out, air force flying over my house

Helicopters flying over the crib

We get it, you know where I live

No fucks, you know what I give

No chill, fuck

Cornrows,

Get harder than malaria still

Get harder than surgical steel

I give it to her she like, 'Hercules real'

Verbally kill, I hurt you for real

I’m from the city where the goons often lurking the field

And if the cops don’t kill then the murderers will

Can’t hire these stripes, gotta earn them for real

How you gon' search for what’s real

When all the preachers that you worship be perverted for real

And this will never play on syndicated radio

Cause that’s just the way it goes

Yeah, in my bloodline, uh

Cherokee in my bloodline, yeah

Cheekbones in my bloodline, yeah

Weed shows in my bloodline, yeah

In my bloodline, in my bloodline, in my bloodline

Wanna cross me out like a plus sign, uh

What’s behind a supernatural, is it actual?

I blow your mind like explosives in a cantaloupe

A stick of dynamite in your cantaloupe

Astral project, I astral catapult

What the fuck you laughing for?

Chain hang from my clavicle

You were inside of my admiral

Eat you like an enzyme or a cannibal

Like I’m holding election with Hannibal Lecter

Tied up in the stretcher hitting on a professor

Man I roll up the lettuce

Get stoned like Rosetta

Too faded tryna hold it together

You’ve been demoted a letter

You slow enough to trigger motion detector

You could lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink

You can lead someone to knowledge but you can’t make him think, Bandz

Yeah, in my bloodline, uh

Cherokee in my bloodline, yeah

Cheekbones in my bloodline, yeah

Weed shows in my bloodline, yeah

In my bloodline, in my bloodline, in my bloodline

Wanna cross me out like a plus sign, uh