Correction Lyrics How to make clones by B.o.B

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N***a

What you do before you enter the game? Create a player, hold on (Hold on, hold on, hold on...)
What you do when you forget it's a game? Hate the creator, hold on (Hold on, hold on, hold on...)
And what they say you gotta do in this world? Make some paper, hold on (Hold on, hold on, hold on...)
And what's the mothaf**king city you wrote? Decatur (Huh, yah, tuh)

So who are you? Found my brain a paradox, grew my locks, who are you?
They predicted nine eleven twenty years 'fore they dropped
Tell me how it's a prediction if they wrote a wholе plot
Don't know who behind the curtain, could be bots at thе top
The invasion been happened, the bodies already swapped
Like how we breed dogs, cities could just all be crops
A million of the same person with identical jobs
Could be on someone's hard drive on top of a desk
Either way, shh, shh, never really know 'till you're dead
How come what you make a year's never more than your debt
It's like a carrot hanging over your head
N***as said it's in the air, huh? Cough on the beat I'll be like Aha, uh
See a doctor he like "I can see you n***a you ain't got no insurance", yeah
They paying folks to sit in line for a free test
Ain't gotta decode my lines, this a cheat test, this a cheat test
Take a deep breath, buckle up the seat belt
What you do before you enter the game? Create a player, hold on (Hold on, hold on, hold on...)
What you do when you forget it's a game? Hate the creator, hold on (Hold on, hold on, hold on...)
And what they say you gotta do in this world? Make some paper, hold on (Hold on, hold on, hold on...)

Uh, is it just me? Or is artificial intelligence mimicking melanin
What if melanated people was somebody's experiment?
They hid the ancient temples, then just blamed it on aliens
Nasa stole they symbols from a african tribe
And acted like it was some sh*t that they just seen up in the sky
Knew my school wasn't sh*t, had us reading them lies
And had our a**es drinking milk for lunch at 10:45 AM
EMF through your body, iron in your body
Silicone in your body, similar to robotics
I put the, I put the qi in Fibonacci
Artificial work at a artificial job, paying artificial taxes to a artificial god
If they clone me they f**ked around and made a iller Bob
Came a long way from bumping Crime Mob
Computers resemble humans, and humans resemble n***as
N***as resemble god, my ex just got a new n***a, he kinda resemble Bob
I guess we copies of a copy of a copy of a copy in the circle
I serve a different purpose
If this is a game then I'm from a different server
Consider this the merger, I put it in her cervix, then put it in her cervix
Parallel universes, OK
You must understand the conditions that we're working from, we're working from a prison cell. If you're working from the maximum security prison, then you automatically know that it don't suppose to be a utopia

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