Earthquake – English Lyrics

• By: B.o.B
• Album: E.A.R.T.H mixtape

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Born into competition

With a feeling that something's missing

Bred in a corn addiction

With a synthetic composition

On the brink of a civil war

Or the forming of one religion?

I wonder what came first

Dinosaurs or Darwinism?

Pledging allegiance to a flag

Since elementary

Writing curses in cursive and casting spells

Stung by the spelling bee

And they says congratulations

You graduated

From slavery

To paid slavery

You actually made it!

Here! Take this gown and cap and wave it

Like a celebration of going to

School just to get a job to pay for it

Like a nation that traded it's minerals

In exchange for paper payment

Here, these are your gods

You have to praise 'em

I wonder who we'd worship if we

Weren't captured and traded

Consider this my affidavit

Yo, It's the ruling class

Here to rule yo ass

Prescription drug thug cocaine mule yo ass

Agricultural skills sure would suit yo ass

But they say, living off the land is a useless past

Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass

Any revolutionaries, they remove yo ass

Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a flash

Whiplash from the kickback of the impact

Push yo shit back

As long as my head is intact

I'll be as political as I want

Because I get taxed

Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to distract

Or useless chit chat, or syntax, or

Who's ass is this fat and who has a six pack

Who's batting this average, or

Compare his passes to his passes

There's a thousand sports channels

You can get this package, or this package

Who's this savage?

Hey, let's compare your emotional

Baggage to my emotional baggage

And see who calls each other bitch fastest

Haters go out they way to fuck up my day

But I ain't even worried about your bitch asses

And it's quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it

They make the sky toxic

Prescribe the antibiotic

Make a high profit, divide the margin

You could die off it

If you do, they hide the autopsy

What the fuck are you supposed to do?

Morgellons in your kosher food

What the fuck is even kosher food?

Third generation crops won't produce

Be careful who you keep close to you

I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew

They say, "Bobby Ray, the older you is overdue"

I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing truths

I used to think, what would Hova do?

Now I think, what the fuck would

Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?

Now, if Steve Austin was America

And the Rock was Afghanistan

Then Russia and China would be Triple HHH

And the Illuminati would be Vince Macmahon

Now when the haters are The Undertaker

The crowd doesn't stand a chance

When the international bankers

Are walking through the stands

Slide yo ass some Xan

You think you a fan but you really just a lamb

Niggas start trends every day

But don't never get no pair of Vans

What the fuck is an advance?

Niggas live on colored people time

What the fuck is in advance?

Mother Earth quakes underneath

Father Sky, up above the sea

God the father, the sky

Son of God, the Sun

Amun Ra, the Eye

No more Amen

No more folding hands goodbye

Adios, au revoir, bandz