Missing

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    Uh
    Seems like since we got a black president
    Black people stop questioning the government
    And that ain't no diss to Barrack either
    So Mutherfucker you can miss me with that other shit
    I'm good for life, I don't really need another hit
    You wanna bury me you better get the shovel and
    You better make it deep enough
    where no one will recover me
    I'm Bobby Fucking Ray, I'm a modern day anomaly
    Last year I did a show on a continent
    In a country with a struggling economy
    Who the hell you think paid for it all?
    It sure ain't rocket science And it sure ain't trigonometry
    Drug money, drug money, drug money
    Blood money, blood money, blood money
    For god sakes there's an all-seeing eye
    on the back of the dollar, we can't even trust money
    You need to understand who you dealing... With
    These are like modern day villains
    These are type of people that would kill a whole village
    Build a fucking building... And say it's just business
    Who you think gave you religion?
    Land of the free... Who you think built it?
    And don't ever let them tell you nothing different
    cuz we know who did it if I ever come up missing

    I'm missing, I'm missing, I'm missing
    Ten strands of my DNA is missing
    Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
    Listen up Mutherfucker pay attention
    It's a New World Order that we live in
    Lies on the lips of every politician
    Man at night I pray to God for forgiveness
    I just wonder if the big homie's still listening
    Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening
    Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening

    I don't need a hook but for hooks sake
    If I had a hook, I'd make the hook say
    "Be a good slave, be a good slave"
    (Be a good slave, be a good slave)
    Everybody in my hood brave
    Everybody in my hood slang
    Every street got a freak
    And they give her all the wood that she could take
    I'm fresher than a faema coffee
    Get it? I'm fresher than a FEMA coffin
    I'm willing to die for mine
    But you the type of nigga
    You'll call the police department
    If you can't look in someone's eyes and be yourself
    And speak the thoughts that's on your mind
    You ain't got no reason to live
    You on the sideline
    You just a motherfucking slave
    They got your mind tied up and it's missing

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    I'm missing, I'm missing, I'm missing
    Ten strands of my DNA is missing
    Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
    Listen up Mutherfucker pay attention
    It's a New World Order that we live in
    Lies on the lips of every politician
    Man at night I pray to God for forgiveness
    I just wonder if the big homie's still listening
    Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening
    Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening

    Uh, I know I appear to be quite severe
    An unopen mind will consider me weird
    Thats just how the Matrix has been engineered
    Now lend me your ear
    Lend me your ear
    Not to strike fear
    More like Paul Revere
    Not talking down on nobody at all
    I just got some shit I think you should hear
    Uh, Look
    I ain't acting like I got all these facts and shit
    But if you calling me a liar, look up in the sky
    Look up in the sky you can see it happening
    Uh, I'm not a activist
    Just a young, black nigga with a half a sense
    Cuz there's ancient knowledge that they hiding from us
    And I think it's time that we take it back again
    Because it's missing

    I'm missing, I'm missing, I'm missing
    Ten strands of my DNA is missing
    Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
    Listen up Mutherfucker pay attention
    It's a New World Order that we live in
    Lies on the lips of every politician
    Man at night I pray to God for forgiveness

    Last night I prayed to God for forgiveness
    I know they listening, I know they listening
    I know they got my phone tapped and they listening
    Louis V's on my bag and the feds
    wanna know whats in the suitcase, Pulp Fiction
    Am I the realest? Am I the realest?
    Cuz I dont only talk about it and I live it
    But they don't want anyone to find out the truth
    And if I'm right I'mma wind up

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