The first single from B.o.B's second album is Strange Clouds. It features Lil Wayne and according to the Strange Clouds Songfacts, it "is 3 minutes 47 seconds of bass heavy bragging.". The song was released on October 3, 2011.
Intro
B.o.B Lyrics
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Kase.O sólo hay fronteras en el papel
¡Kase.O! Javat, maestro del psicoanálisis
Siempre rapeando por las calles, ¡Kase.O se sale!
Rap Solo
K-a-s-e punto O, cuando cojo el micrófono
Kase.O ha vuelto al ejercicio
La segunda es para todos los que estabais esperando
Ahora quiero veros celebrando
Saca la botella que tenías preparada
Y la cosecha seca para la fecha señalada
Suenan los acordes anunciando la llegada del Mesías
Cuando creías que enloquecías
¿Quién estuvo ahí en tus peores momentos?
¿Quién llenó el vació en los minutos lentos?
¿Quién te acompañó en tus mejores viajes?
¿Quién trae mensajes que hacen que te relajes?
¿Quién puso la música de tu adolescencia?
¿Recuerdas, mi ciencia, que buena influencia?
La música de ahora es la peor de la historia
Fácil para mí brillar entre la escoria
Blandiendo un micro sangriento
Voy viendo, uno a uno van cayendo
Mc's ridículos, público estúpido e impúdico
Burdo culto a lo absurdo
Hace mucho tiempo que decidí
Que este mundo no estaba hecho para mí
Así que sed bienvenidos a este círculo
En el que hago lo que me sale de los huevos
Todo por el Rap, todo por la gente que me sigue
Desde hace un siglo, y aún viven
Unidos por las ondas telepáticas, mi público es mi confesor
Mi cómplice, pregunta quién es el mejor
Yo traigo amor para mis incondicionales defensores
A ultranza de mi danza, me siento sin rivales
Porque han venido y me han llamado el puto amo ni sé las veces
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Yo empapelo tu cuarto
Con versos que descarto
Apaga esto, estás a tiempo
Evítate el infarto
Yo soy la mente que te sueña a ti oyendo mis rimas
Si eres MC, puedo hacer que te deprimas
Dejando verbos inutilizables, éxodo de un dimisable
Tronco ves que mi final no es divisiable
Todas tus rimas las pensé yo antes
Pero las deseché por no tener nada de interesantes
Eso que haces tú, un cerdo con el morro lo hace mejor
Pero que fino es mi hardcore
Al lado de tu insoportable sopa soporífera
Mi Rap es el camino al paraíso literal
Mi Rap traspasa horizontes que ni conoces
Es el delirante, el causante de tanto goce
Electrizante domador de girasoles
Cobro mi parte, mi tiempo es arte como un Rolex
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Pumba, el estilo que te tumba, Kase.O
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Puro, potente, crudo Hip Hop
Contar el número de ideas que barajo
Es contar los aleteos de un escarabajo
Contar mis versos o medir su alcance
Es viajar en un trance del universo al multiverso
Contado mi vida, narrad mi historia, borrad la euforia
Pues vengo de suicidar a mi memoria
Gloria igual a escoria, como ya profeticé
Cojones y fe, vida de equilibrios en el vértice
Seguid la senda, pillad la onda
Que no se esconda el que no lo entienda si es muy profundo
Quitaos la venda, escuchad mi ofrenda
Quizá os sorprenda una idea estupenda y cambiéis el mundo
Quizás os motive, os active cuando os muestre
La fuente de este aljibe campestre
Lejos de cualquier detective que secuestre
Nuestro secreto, os prometo ver un feto extraterrestre
¡En el círculo!
The lyrics in B.o.B's song "Intro" describe a determined and ambitious artist. The first verse speaks to his relentless pursuit of success despite his previous hardships. He emphasizes that he is tired of "fake" people and those who do not share his drive for financial success. The second verse touches on his desire to only work with those who are beneficial to his career and his willingness to cut ties with those who are not. He also emphasizes his tough love approach as a means of pushing others towards success.
Line by Line Meaning
I’m headed places you might think a nigga will never go
I am destined to achieve great success and go to places that people may not expect me to go.
I’m determined to get my millions a nigga was hungry broke
I am committed to becoming a millionaire because I have experienced being impoverished and hungry.
I am done with the fake love fuck you fake niggas you act like hoes
I refuse to tolerate insincere affection and disloyalty from deceptive people who behave like women who sell their bodies.
If you not bout getting money shut the fuck up and move along
If you are not focused on earning money, be quiet and keep moving on.
I’m tired of broke hoes asking for $40 you hoes a joke
I'm sick of destitute women asking for small amounts of money, it's ridiculous.
If you not poppin pussy it for it shut the fuck up move along
If you are not willing to engage in sexual activities, stay quiet and move on.
Aye I am a boss in the making you can not tell me that I’m something else
I am in the process of becoming a successful leader and cannot be persuaded otherwise.
I’m heading to the top that’s all I can see elevation coming with the wealth
I am progressing towards reaching my ultimate goal and I anticipate that success will come with status and riches.
Dare a nigga to come try me send em up to god return to sender
I am not afraid of anyone who wants to test me and will retaliate swiftly and severely.
Get a bag then go get another one I’m on a mission like Curtis Jackson
After acquiring money, I will continue to work tirelessly for more as if I'm following the example of Curtis Jackson (50 Cent).
Fake love is a poison I got the antidote like the Migos
Insincere affection is toxic and I have the cure just like the Migos do in their music.
Good to see those fake mother fuckers who claim to be bro’s but hate to see you grow
It's satisfying to see hypocritical individuals who claim to be my friends, but really dislike my success.
All I see though is real people in my eyes, through the peep hole I see feens
From my perspective, I only see genuine individuals, but through my security device I see people begging for drugs.
12 all on me someone an informant got to wipe their nose clean
The police are monitoring me, so someone must be informing them and they need to stop their behavior.
My daughter she gone be straight, trust she’ll be going places
I am confident that my daughter will have a bright future and achieve great things.
Damn I’m stuck in my ways, around the ville seeing familiar faces
I'm having difficulty changing because I keep encountering unchanging familiar people in my hometown.
I’m tryna get rich bitch real niggas cannot stress the shit
I am focused on gaining wealth, so true individuals do not need to worry about the matter.
Keep on talking then I’ll take your bitch in the street we on all of that shit
If you don't stop speaking, I will take possession of your partner in public and not feel remorseful.
Aye I do not fuck with you, so why are you talking to me
I do not associate with you, therefore, why are you communicating with me?
On Snapchat asking for a beat like I give free bitch quit talking to me
Stop messaging me on Snapchat asking for a complimentary beat.
I’m destined to get my millions a niggas was hungry broke
It's my fate to obtain riches because I was once famished and destitute.
Move like a pimp I got hard feelings I give tough love
I conduct myself like a pimp and have firm views that displease some but are ultimately beneficial.
Push you to be better you gone tired so I won’t give a fuck
I'll encourage you to improve, even if you think it's too much effort, and I will not care if you complain.
You want to eat or you want to starve you make up your decision up
You have to make a decision about whether you want to thrive or just survive.
Link with my woes we get lit and storm Opry Mills Straight Up
I'll join up with my friends and have an enjoyable time at Opry Mills shopping center.
Got to freshen up for the pics I’m lookin like a full lick
I have to groom myself well for photographs because I want to look very wealthy.
You better not try or get hit fill em lead in a bag he shits
I encourage you not to oppose me, or I will shoot you and put your dead body in a body bag.
Hit up Heat Boy get a sack then I got flip some shit
I will contact someone named Heat Boy to acquire drugs, then I will resell them for a profit.
Broke Is No Option nigga remember that name yup it’s me bitch B.I.N.O
Being poor is not a possibility for me, remember my name because I'm the one making the money - B.I.N.O.
Lyrics © Boa Musica Europa
Written by: Javier Ibarra Ramos
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