Mr. Dobbs

Nothing has done more to unite the people of the world than this daring
adventure into the unknown
His decision was to make the journey and the world watched and listened to
simplest
Countdown, blastoff
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Word to the streets hosting tournaments setting up round robins
My dad told do better than being around robbing
See he was my batman, I was his crowned robin
I would die to be that man, seems you have now blossomed
Bloomed withered your soul prolonged paying the toll
Seems your debt has cleared your on to better roads
You’re gone… hey, you’re gone
Hey, word to the streets, huh
I remember all your schoolin'
My dad was a hustler, he moving like he moving
He told me when I dance:''Son keep grooving like you grooving''
He said i’d have game to screw on any susan (Ha)
You was a gangsta, but always support my nerdy shit
As long as your are happy son be proud of what your working with
Huh, thats why I call you Mr. President
It’s all about your mind state and you’re a boss in every sense
Rap rejects I eject and project projectiles
My flow need a Kleenex I don’t fuck with sterile
Apex is Ms. Hill or Lauryn since a child
Common consensus the questions are made out
For testing your weapons a mind if it breaks out
Conquer the world you see your plans are laid out
All I wanna say is, I love you dad
I make you cry, oh
I promise…