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Seems like since we got a black president
Black people stopped questioning the government
And that ain’t no diss to Barack either
So motherfucker 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 to shovelling
You better make it deep enough where no one will recover me
I’m Boby Fucking Ray, I’m a modern day anomale
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
Black people stopped questioning the government
And that ain’t no diss to Barack either
So motherfucker 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 to shovelling
You better make it deep enough where no one will recover me
I’m Boby Fucking Ray, I’m a modern day anomale
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, drug money
Blood money, blood money, blood money, blood money
For God’s sake there’s an all-seeing eye
On the back of the dollar, We can’t even trust money
You need to understand who you’re dealing with
These are like modern day villains
These the type of people that’ll kill a whole village
Build a fuckin’ 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 ‘em tell you any different
‘Cause we know who did it if I ever come up missing
Blood money, blood money, blood money, blood money
For God’s sake there’s an all-seeing eye
On the back of the dollar, We can’t even trust money
You need to understand who you’re dealing with
These are like modern day villains
These the type of people that’ll kill a whole village
Build a fuckin’ 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 ‘em tell you any different
‘Cause we know who did it if I ever come up missing
I’m Missin’, I’m Missin’, I’m Missin’
10 strands of my DNA is missin’
Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
Listen up motherfucker, 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 still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
I don’t need a hood, but for hook’s sake
If I had a hook, I’d make the hood say
Be a good slave, be a good slave
(Be a good slave, be a good slave)
Everybody in my hood brave
10 strands of my DNA is missin’
Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
Listen up motherfucker, 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 still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
I don’t need a hood, but for hook’s sake
If I had a hook, I’d make the hood 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 FEMA coffin (get it?)
I’m fresher than a FEMA coffin
I’m willing to die for mine
But you the type of nigga
You call the police department
If you could 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 sidleine
You just a motherfuckin’ slave
They got your mind tied
It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’
Every street got a freak
And they give her all the wood that she could take
I’m fresher than a FEMA coffin (get it?)
I’m fresher than a FEMA coffin
I’m willing to die for mine
But you the type of nigga
You call the police department
If you could 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 sidleine
You just a motherfuckin’ slave
They got your mind tied
It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’
10 strands of my DNA is missin’
I’m so high I can’t even feel feelings
Listen up motherfucker, 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 still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
I know I appear to be quite severe
The unopened mind would consider me weird
That’s 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 talkin’ down on nobody at all
I’m so high I can’t even feel feelings
Listen up motherfucker, 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 still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
Still listenin’
I wonder if the big homie still listenin’
I know I appear to be quite severe
The unopened mind would consider me weird
That’s 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 talkin’ down on nobody at all
I’ve just got some shit that I think you should hear
I ain’t actin’ like I got all these facts and shit
But if you callin’ me a liar
Look up in the sky, look up in the sky
You can see it happenin’
I’m not an activist
Just a young black nigga with a half a sense
‘Cause this ain’t your knowledge that they hiding from us
And I think it’s time to take it back again
It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’
10 strands of my DNA is missin’
Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
Listen up motherfucker, pay attention
I ain’t actin’ like I got all these facts and shit
But if you callin’ me a liar
Look up in the sky, look up in the sky
You can see it happenin’
I’m not an activist
Just a young black nigga with a half a sense
‘Cause this ain’t your knowledge that they hiding from us
And I think it’s time to take it back again
It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’, It’s Missin’
10 strands of my DNA is missin’
Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten
Listen up motherfucker, pay attention
It’s a new world order that we live in
You think it’s over, but it’s only the beginning
Lies on the lips of every politician
Last night I prayed to god for forgiveness
I know they listenin’
I know they listenin’
I know they got my phone tapped and they listenin’
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…
You think it’s over, but it’s only the beginning
Lies on the lips of every politician
Last night I prayed to god for forgiveness
I know they listenin’
I know they listenin’
I know they got my phone tapped and they listenin’
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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