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[Verse:] Seems like since we got a black president Black people stop questioning the government And that ain’t no diss to Barack either So Muhfucker 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 try to make it deep enough or no one will recover Me and Bobby fuckin Ray, on my mind to get mumbling Last year I gave the shape on a continent In a country with a struggling economy Who the hell you think came 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 And nigga understand who you’re dealing with These are like modern day villains These the type of people that’ll kill a whole village Blow the fuckin building and say it’s just business Who do you think brand new religion Land of the free, who do you think guilty? And don’t ever let em tell you nothing different ‘Cus we know who did it if they ever come up missing (Hook 1) I’m missing, I’m missing, I’m missing 10 strands of my dna is missing Cuban links 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 for every politician Last night I prayed to God for forgiveness I just wonder if the big homie still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie still listening [Verse:] I don’t need a hook but for hook sake If I had a hook I’d make a 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 a slave Every street got a freak And they give her all the work that she could take I’m fresher than a fema coffee, get it? I’m fresher than a fema coffee I’m well in a darker mind But you the type of nigga You call it the news to pull up If you can look in someone’s eyes and be yourself and speak the thoughts that’s on yo mind You ain’t got no reason to live, you on the sideline You just a motherfuckin slave that get yo mind tired (Hook 2) Because it’s missing, it’s missing, it’s missing 10 strands of my dna is missing But 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 for every politician Last night I prayed to God for forgiveness I just wonder if the big homie still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie still listening I know why you appear to be quite severe An unopen mind would consider me weird That’s just how the matrix has been engineered Now lend me yo ear, lend me yo ear Not to strike fear, more like Paul Revere Not talkin game, I’m nobody at all I just got some shit that I think you should hear Uh, look, I ain’t actin like I got all of these facts and shit But if you callin me a liar Look up in the sky, look up in the sky You could see it happening Uh, I’m a activist Just a young black nigga with a half of sense ‘Cause it’s ancient knowledge that they hidin from us And I think it’s time that we take it back again (Hook 3) Because it’s missing, it’s missing, it’s missing 10 strands of my dna is missing Cuban links 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 for every politician Last night I prayed to God for forgiveness I know the listening, I know they listening I know they got my phone taped and they listening Louie 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? Cus I don’t only talk about it then I live it But they don’t call anyone to find out the truth And if I’m right I’mma wind up…
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