20 of the Best Lyrics From B.o.B’s ‘Ether’ Album
Hip-hop has always been about the latest trend and what’s new and fresh, with its constituents rabid for the next big thing around the corner. Atlanta rapper B.o.B may be a familiar name for rap fans at this point in time, but not that long ago, he too was considered to be the future, an untapped talent destined for greatness and supremacy in his lane.
He garnered comparisons to legends like Andre 3000, and ended up on magazine covers, most notably his appearance on the 2009 XXL Freshman cover. And while the kid named Bobby Ray would make a huge dent with his debut album, B.o.B Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray, which achieved gold status and garnered hits like the Bruno Mars-assisted track “Nothin’ on You,” as well as score additional hit singles and critical acclaim on subsequent album releases, in recent years he has drawn back from the mainstream radar. The rapper has opted to focus on building his record label, No Genre, while keeping the streets fed and his name in the mix with releases like 2013’s Underground Luxury and the 2015 offering Psycadelik Thoughtz. which would be his last release under the Atlantic Records umbrella.
No longer a new kid on the block, B.o.B has now reached veteran status and is looking to fully establish himself as one of the leading voices out of the South with his fifth studio album, Ether.
Now independent, B.o.B comes with an album that is major in terms of its star power, with T.I., Lil Wayne, Young Thug, Usher, Ty Dolla $ign, and CeeLo Green all appearing on Ether, making it an album filled with explosive bars, hooks and harmonious vocal contributions.
After giving his new album, Ether, a thorough listen, we’ve handpicked 20 of the best lyrics from B.o.B’s latest collection.
“No, nigga, seriously/We don’t wanna hear your conspiracies/And we don’t wanna hear your political views ’bout extraterrestrial activities/Look, nigga, make up your mind/How much longer you gon’ wait to decide?/You was kickin’ some dangerous lines/Now buyin’ your shit a waste of my time”
“Ah, what are you doin’? What are you doin’?/You losin’ your cool, fan basin’ your viewers/Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music/Obviously you clueless, how I know? ’Cause I’m Jewish”
“I’m like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault/They gated me off by Hendrix while he play the guitar/Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs/Somewhere between insane and famous/Guess my brain’s a little off/I’m in the b-b-basement havin’ d-d-dangerous typa thoughts/I pace for hours, hit the fuckin’ vaporisin’ cough” – B.o.B
“Oh my god, it’s the Martian/Stuntin’ in them Son of Mars Jordans/It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won’t start ’em/Far from the norm’, bitch I’m Norman Bates awkward/But nothing’s far-fetched when a underdog’s barkin’/But they could get checked if I don’t sign my goons forge it” – B.o.B
“Middle Man / Mr. Mister”
“Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen/Mr. Clean, what’s the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy/Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube/Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-and-Get-Your-Food/Mr. Bruce Leroy with the Kung-Fu/Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move”
“Waitin’, waitin’, waitin’ for reperation/For the end of segregation/All we got is a month and a television station/All they teach is slavery and we celebrate it/They turn the cheek if we should perish/But just remember you can’t spell America without Eric” – B.o.B
“She know the promoters and all the bouncers/She watching my money like an accountant/She said I’m ’bout to make an announcement/Bob, I think I deserve an allowance/And then the next thing, I woke up in the west wing/Say, say, say she like it rough, she like it wild/Ghetto bitch, I think she wet the towels”
“Piccadilly, wrists spilled me, Richard Mille/On they wish list, and my riches, really, really/Cocaine like a mob boss, taller than my ceiling/I can spark a world war, bring me back your kidney/I can be your ring tone/I’m flyin’ to the clouds, yeah/And no I ain’t comin’ down, yeah” – B.o.B
“What, you don’t want me to party? (What don’t you want?)/What, you gon’ want me to molly?/You want me stuck in apartment?/Family feud with Steve Harvey?/See out the bullet in Charlotte, they showin’ ass and titties/Bitch, you want me to pretend like all of this don’t exist?” – B.o.B
“Real strong, real grown, your boy ain’t spazzin’, I don’t even really feel homie/This fresh, rockin’ pole everything to the neck, got five karats all in the grill homie/Car foreign, y’all boring, got TVs all in the whip watchin’ hard porn/Rifle cocked .40 Glock, I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’/Boy stop” – Young Dro
“Look, now all these niggas political now/Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now/Overnight activist, even the president’s running the world from a twitter account/Ahh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins, ’bout my coin like meter parking/Off the wall like Peter Parker/Here let’s get to squeezing on you like some squeegee water/Keep the garter, bitch” – B.o.B.
“Now I’m just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed/Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit/One thing I can’t stand is a petty heaux/Can’t keep your business to yourself, don’t go to telling folks/’Bout where you been and how much pussy you be selling folk/Don’t wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho” – T.I.
“Substance abuse, if I’m sick, ha’choo/Nigga, God bless you, I’m a god, bless you/Four projects in, what you thought I was gon’ do?/Smoke any less weed, pop any less shrooms?/B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, this is your mind, okay?/This is your mind on drugs/You have any idea what this means?/It means I’m high as fuck”
“Yeah, some stories too true to tell/And some made up ’cause these days good music don’t always mean music sells/You either star in a TV show, sell dope/Scams, swiper have shoes to sell/Huh, it’s all about the headlines/All about the rumors and the groupie tales/Life is a choice and I choose ’em well” – B.o.B
“Who’s makin’ the rules?/The war that’s on drugs did to weed what proambition did to booze/But weed doesn’t kill/Can’t say the same if you drunk and decide you gon’ go for a cruise/The war that’s on drugs actually creates all the violence/And problems we see on the news” – B.o.B
“I got a new confession, I battle with depression/I got a lotta trust issues, I guess I feel neglected/I used to have a message, now I’m just fucking reckless/I spend a lotta time just tryna be accepted”
“I’m sick of your suggestions, I hate the stupid questions/Just wanna be myself, I hate to be corrected/They say I need a ration, they say I ain’t ever resting/If you lookin’ for a friend, then you in the wrong profession”
“They wanna see a nigga deep in his feelings, cause that’s where they usually go/New bitches always got somewhere to go, but that’s what the Uber is for/ Old bitches always be down for a set up, but that’s what my shooters for/Bitches be so quick to side with a bitch like they ain’t heard rumors before”
“Yeah, still ridin’ big wheels, still addicted to J’s/Favorite team wit’ my fitted, in every color they make/I paint the town and every city I stay/ADD or you just never really learned how to play/A livin’ breathin’ walkin’ memory on Memory Lane/Tell me are we really movin’ or just dreaming the place” – B.o.B
“We become the people that hurt us the most/That’s why the saying is keep you enemies close/Stop givin’ attention on what you don’t want in life or be prepared to experience it the most/I became everything I used to criticize/How’d I look inside the critics’ eyes?/Yeah, but all roads lead home, we just arrived at a different time” – B.o.B