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This brand new "No Future" is a reply to up-and-comers Odd Future after the group’s leader Tyler, the Creator dissed him and his collaborators Hayley Williams and Bruno Mars on his record "Yonkers." Tyler responded to the song via twitter saying, "Whoa. I Don’t Think The ‘No Future’ Song Is Even A Diss. But, Ive Never Heard Him Spit Like That. Took Me By Surprise, Cus Its Tight." Nice to see B.o.B. bite back.
What do you think of B.o.B.’s new "No Future"?
Download B.o.B. - No Future (Odd Future Diss) MP3s for $0.15/track here
yo
yeah, yo
mmm, hey, i eat it like dinner
you see this sh-t i gotta deal with from these beginners?
i ain’t circusin’ around with these clown-ass n-ggas
you snappin’ at the heels of a world-class sprinter
some may call this bullyin’, some may call this bossin’
check the letter, man, you know i’m all-city varsity
walk up on my field, you will get carried off it
we gon’ need a body bag and we gon’ need a coffin
who am i battlin’? i ain’t even exhausted
you could call me sick, you could even call me nauseous
a sea of great whites, you are a dolphin
if i was you, i would be a little more cautious
i’m way too high for you to look at
the future ain’t lookin’ promisin’ for these rookies
this is target practice, but i don’t even pull the f-ckin’ trigger anymore
‘cause it’s just a waste of bullets
come and get these p-ssies, wipe ‘em off the flo’
i’m guessin’ they was hopin’ for some different results
i’m guessin’ they was guessin’ ’cause they wasn’t really sure
but f-ck it, i got somethin’ i have to let n-ggas know
so i think it’s time for these haters to get off my dick
got my own city, you can call it bobtropolis
eastside representer, reppin’ with authority
and i ain’t talkin’ congressmen, and i ain’t talkin’ politics
lookin’ for freaks, freaks lookin’ for sausages
but we already know that, so that is all they get
check the name tag, you know who the roster is
a-t-l, grand hustle, ham squad in this b-tch
like mp3junkyard.blogspot.com i ain’t never had a mic
fresh to death, i’ll see ya in the afterlife
i eat bars, eat beats for my appetite
you wouldn’t know ’bout that, you never had a bite
what i gotta do to get some solidarity?
apparently, i need to speak wit’ some mo’ clarity
no luck needed, nope, no charity
and i’m a grown man, don’t need p-ssy to take care of me
b to the o, i said it once before
if i ain’t on your channel, go and look for the remote
already graduated, yeah, you see the cap and robe
but now you couldn’t see me ‘less you had a telescope
i’m bedrock bumpin’, three stripe stumpin’
call me jack ‘o lantern, i get head like pumpkins
it’s nothin’, roll up the stuffin’
put it in the over, get baked like muffins
if you ain’t know, i guess i have to introduce you
to my side of town, somethin’ y’een really used to
body blow, uppercut, i do more than bruise ya
keep f-ckin’ with me, you ain’t gon’ have no future
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