B.o.B – Missing Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Uh
Seems like since we got a black president
Black people stop questioning the government

And that ain't no diss to Barack 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

[Hook]
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


[Verse 2]
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


[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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

Cause 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


[Outro]
[First seven lines of Hook repeated]
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 what's in the suitcase, Pulp Fiction
Am I the realest? Am I the realest?
Cause I don't 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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