| Seems like since we got a black president
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| Black people stop questioning the government
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| And that ain’t no diss to Barack either
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| So Mutherfucker you can miss me with that other shit
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| I’m good for life, I don’t really need another hit
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| You wanna bury me you better get the shovel and
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| You better make it deep enough where no one will recover me
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| I’m Bobby Fucking Ray, I’m a modern day anomaly
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| Last year I did a show on a continent
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| In a country with a struggling economy
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| Who the hell you think paid for it all?
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| It sure ain’t rocket science And it sure ain’t trigonometry
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| Drug money, drug money, drug money
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| Blood money, blood money, blood money
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| For god sakes there’s an all-seeing eye on the back of the dollar,
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| we can’t even trust money
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| You need to understand who you dealing. |
| With
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| These are like modern day villains
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| These are type of people that would kill a whole village
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| Build a fucking building. |
| And say it’s just business
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| Who you think gave you religion?
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| Land of the free. |
| Who you think built it?
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| And don’t ever let them tell you nothing different, cuz we know who did it if I
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| ever come up missing
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| I’m missing, I’m missing, I’m missing
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| Ten strands of my DNA is missing
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| Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
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| Listen up Mutherfucker pay attention
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| It’s a New World Order that we live in
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| Lies on the lips of every politician
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| Man at night I pray to God for forgiveness
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| I just wonder if the big homie’s still listening
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| Still listening, I wonder if the big homie’s still listening
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| Still listening, I wonder if the big homie’s still listening
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| I don’t need a hook but for hooks sake
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| If I had a hook, I’d make the hook say
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| «Be a good slave, be a good slave»
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| (Be a good slave, be a good slave)
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| Everybody in my hood brave
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| Everybody in my hood slang
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| Every street got a freak
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| And they give her all the wood that she could take
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| I’m fresher than a faema coffee
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| Get it? |
| I’m fresher than a FEMA coffin
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| I’m willing to die for mine
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| But you the type of nigga
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| You’ll call the police department
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| If you can’t look in someone’s eyes and be yourself
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| And speak the thoughts that’s on your mind
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| You ain’t got no reason to live
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| You on the sideline
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| You just a motherfucking slave
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| They got your mind tied up and it’s missing
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| Uh, I know I appear to be quite severe
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| An unopen mind will consider me weird
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| Thats just how the Matrix has been engineered
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| Now lend me your ear
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| Lend me your ear
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| Not to strike fear
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| More like Paul Revere
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| Not talking down on nobody at all
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| I just got some shit I think you should hear
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| Uh, Look
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| I ain’t acting like I got all these facts and shit
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| But if you calling me a liar, look up in the sky
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| Look up in the sky you can see it happening
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| Uh, I’m not a activist
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| Just a young, black nigga with a half a sense
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| Cause there’s ancient knowledge that they hiding from us
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| And I think it’s time that we take it back again
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| Because it’s missing
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| Last night I prayed to God for forgiveness
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| I know they listening, I know they listening
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| I know they got my phone tapped and they listening
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| Louis V’s on my bag and the feds wanna know what’s in the suitcase, Pulp Fiction
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| Am I the realest? |
| Am I the realest?
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| Cause I don’t only talk about it and I live it
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| But they don’t want anyone to find out the truth
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| And if I’m right I’ma wind up— |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Missing , by - B.o.B. Song from the album New Black, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп