Stokely - Dead Presidents (Remix) lyrics
[Hook - Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead f**in' presidents to represent me [Verse 1] They begging for the real I keep a hundred, man I've been frank These n***as been fake A bunch of lames from the template My mind stay sensei Flow off the hook, my lines be busy Ain't these other rappers I need more than magazines to vibe with me I need the people, they minds clouded by evils Rather have your dollar Than your approval of what they feed you The game's feeble, escaping d**h on pens and needles My pen's an eagle over Sahara sands, this sh** is lethal And aimed at these posers like a Nikon, I see you in my scope Mercy? No this game got me cold like missed freethrows Got em dreading they future Ms. Cleo For the record my reign coming, that's weather channel TiVo Out for presidents to be my amba**ador, never had enough Cash growing up, so I'm a savage for the bucks Always on my hustle homie, not even half of this is luck Got your favorite rapper packing his lunch, schooling these n***as Who'd even mention the dopest and not utter my name I'm working magic for these streets, n***a no David Blaine Me and Pac ain't the same, me and Hov ain't the same I want to be better and I'll die before I let that goal come second to cheddar Never, I came to shock the world I'm Nikola Tesla These rappers be selling they soul to the highest investor Ain't talking Illuminati, n***a don't be foolish Promise to always give you me and yall can hold me to it [Hook - Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead f**in' presidents to represent me [Verse 2] I spit them battle raps, like war wounds and trench foot If we talking efficiency, I harpoon and you fishhook b**h n***a had mad me mistook for some type of rookie get cooked Like taxes if you underestimate your a** will get booked That's so IRS, never, stay on my grind They way I flip these lyrics like a trippy peyote high It's chiefly to take your brain on the craziest ride No cosmetics but I made up my mind, I'm taking the shine Like an eclipse with 16 clips or more And I relinquish a sequence of pure raw I'm a faucet in the darkness of the desert where they lost at Just trying to get ahead like a lost hat, they don't want that Don't trust nobody so I let them fall back Chief Wahoo on my ball cap, Am I a hypocrite for rocking this sh** Redskin on the logo but it ain't no Washington sh** Claiming our slice of American Pie, Now we got Washington pissed I prosper, I'll let you prosper, My flow is beyond the proper Ganda, The standard got flipped, As soon as I came I conquered And damaged the status quo up, This sh** ain't for show bruh So I'm living like I'm dying tomorrow with no buried sorrows Trying to make some leaders up out of these followers Claiming they deep, when I spit it it's hollower, leaving em powerless Like they just showered I'm giving apparel to cover the cowardice Like a Camaro disguised as robotics, yall got it all backwards, I'm clearing the nonsense, while clearing my conscience and giving deposits For all of my n***as that's reppin the Common Ave, n***a!