Missing - B.o.B

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

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

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

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’ma wind up—