Bing Cypher - Dead Presidents (Remix) lyrics

(Verse 1) (Bing Cypher) I find it hard to believe that the game has life When all I see is a clown with fingers made out of mics Heart carved out of ice Eyes that are stage lights And a face that's always covered with a hood dark as the night A presence in itself who's trying to seem right Persuading all of its followers to sell their soul and life Exchanged with the fame and glory To preach all the hoods stories Infecting and advertising the wrong just like Maury But I can see right through it with x-ray eyes Like Clark Kent from Smallville with limits up in the sky Never could I relate it so never did I debate it Or try to be fitting into the hood because I ain't it And rap I used to hate it Repeated it like a statement Cause I couldn't f**in' relate to half of the sh** they played I'm a hypocrite I played Even tried to relay it to my own life stories so I could impress the game But reflection, infection and it started infecting mine Cause in retrospective we wanna make connections right It's not about the cars, the girls, the fame Just some big digit bills of presidents who came So I started switchin' my style Took me a little while Didn't get my respecting but started making connections Lupe's Food and Liquor got thinkin' a little bigger And I told myself to take the shot and f**in' pulled the trigger (Verse 2) (Bing Cypher) From '91 till the day that be the end of me I might be gone, but my lyrics are here for infinity Forever and continuing Foundation for remembering History is made everyday; Cheers to memories So stop all the confusion we started a revolution And call me Captain Planet I'm cleaning up the pollution The game needs change I'd rather see the dollars Like the dead presidents we need some old school scholars Like the wind I wish that it could blow away And we could stop all the songs about the size of chains The cars candy paint and the rims with bling All the commercializing got me goin' out of my brain Insane just like the straight jacket padded wall sh** I'm all restless like I'm on Adderall b**h So never could I be heard my lyrics are absurd Causing a ruckus from the inner cities to the burbs And the public views me as a little bit irritating My flow is underground you say that it's irrigated But I rule the basement dojo I'm the master Rap's Mr. Miyagi I'm on and off waxin' The mainstream pulls and erodes all of the acting And with my cla**es I can't see past it I'm praying for my chance hands cuffed and kneeling You can't hold me down like Wayne there's no ceilings (Verse 3) (Gro) Yo feel the rhythm of the Illmatic While Im preachin' my seminar that's Socratic Syllables Flippin' like acrobatic On top of the world chillin' in god's attic While I got your mind hooked like a h**n addict But don't shoot up and lose touch for the rush Young prospect go to school you hoopin' too much NBA veteran got you tuning in later than Letterman Listening to me deliver like Stockton to the Mailman Speakin Frank like Anne Concentrating while I camp Using knowledge as my tool to help me pay to go to school But I could use some more money so Holla(cause it)Cost me Rhymes meaner than a f**in Nazi You blind if you can not see Yes its Jesse the nice kid of the family So Kind I'd cut you to pieces and give it all to charity Voluntarily there ain't no repairing me My heart is strong got the pride of a lion I got your future in my hands like the minds of the Mayans My desire to put my dreams higher than the Empire State of mind that I'm in Shining brighter than the diamonds from Sierra Leone or Arizona Put your minds to ease, like a gram of medical marijuana Verbal elements got the mommas hotter than a sauna Peaceful like the Dalai Lama This my term call me Obama Droppin' lyrical bombs like Osama