DKNY - Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko

A young lady was talking to me the other day

Asked me if I heard a new song called B.O.B

(Battery Operated Boyfriend)

And when I think about it from as far back as I can think

Almost every woman I can remember had one

But I ain’t the kind of nigga that just take that lightly like

«Oh, that’s nothing, that’s normal for a woman to have a dildo»

My mind goes to, «Why do they need it?»

Cause we absent, then I ask myself why are we absent

Then I think about us being taking into slavery

Where learning to read was forbidden

Can’t read, won’t have a proper education

No proper education, can’t get a proper job

Don’t have a proper job, don’t have money to live and eat

Gotta eat to live so you do the only other thing you know

That’ll definitely put food on the table, hustle dope on the streets

Hustle dope, might have to kill another nigga

Kill somebody, go to the Feds

Go to the Feds for ever ever ever, get to sleeping with them boys

Do that, might contract aids

Get out, give that to your woman

She give it to the next nigga

You and that nigga start funking

One of the niggas kill the other

Then it’s the same cycle all over again

We absent, dead or in jail

No, I ain’t that kind of nigga

I am not a cryin' bitch, I get up out to try and grit

Put my vocal tape I sell it then I’mma get to buyin' shit

Made it up out the lions pit, no fuckin' denying this is

Some high and mighty spit, I’m rhymin' in the year the Mayans writ

Destruction, introductions to new Front men

Working for the government, snups and lust they trust in

I was in the Gulf when US had a bust reduction

But for the soldiers stuffed in dust, we gotta turn up the cups then

And party with they families, we kickin' it to anarchy

We granted these insanities The kid would get humanity

Vanishing is who standing in vanity

Damn it, B-L-double-O-D you scammed that T, you die under canopy

I don’t, trip off what another nigga do

And I don’t, lip off to another niggas' crew

If I ain’t got a trigger to I’m tryin' to live a few

They say do your thang, you different kind of nigga, you

Close to my ragin', far from a jiggaboo

Do your thing, you different kinda nigga you

Over came the shit that they be giving you

Do your thing you different kinda nigga you

I’m a different, B-R double-E D

And I live it, see the people lovin' on me

And I give it, my heart away including the arteries

I don’t be hollow boy like me if you ain’t watersoluble

I do’s it, how you gonna change the game

If you ain’t got game changin' music

And I lose it, whenever niggas ain’t the same

And they plain Jane and April Fools it

I beastly slipped and like my sides is greasy

Till the industry on the eyes I ain’t so easy

Lookin' at me like a leper, now they lovin' the keffer

Lookin' like I’ll never make it, lookin' like salt and pepper

While my music’s so Sebastian Bach

When the world ain’t thinkin' like I’m thinkin'

Better dummy it up but the cash is stopped

I gotta smash it a, Asher Roth that’ll shake the spot

There’s only so much time in this song, and I’ve got to say a lot

Tryin' to get paper fore the paper stop, I’ll make a plot

To make my bank account look like Vegas minus the beggin' twat

It’s effortless for me to pepper it, with cleverness

But they just gimme a glimpse of the pimps who’s they be steppin' in

Got 'em guessing what I’m finna (Do)

Never change my lyrics (To)

Be jeffin' with you jigga (Boo)

Different kinda nigga (You)