Текст песни Dead Presidents III

Dead Presidents 3
Not to be confused with growing pains 3

Logic this Logic that
Logic sick Logic whack
Logic just don't give a fuck
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So many people think that rap is they call it stop it just cease
Got it capiche?
This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waiting on a record deal that's never coming like a priest
Black and white like a nun
these up and comers our son
Like the break of dawn
So father your father like an apostle
Paint pictures like a Picasso
While bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowing what's gon' follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart can be hollow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast off gas like the apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Lights and piss and I heard your fuck you so I'm tryin to find her
With moments so love you they'll swallow you whole
Like an anaconda
The bitches can't be kinda
And so with the lift of a pinky Imma
Dominate the world like my name was brain
Spit flame like propane
Bitches I overcame you know the name
Ink in my veins
And flame and spew on the page
Sittin on the pain like Novocain
Mother fucker

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Allow me to kill it off the break like no traffic
Murder in every demographic
Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic
Rip the mic to set the example
Why are these mother fuckers testing my patience
Like blood samples
Constant thoughts of suicide
We live in an era that's do or die
Society expects us to fail
I'm talking about you and I
But we preserver
Force feed enemies truth serum
We want nothing but peace
And if not we leave 'em deceased
In your central nervous system like heroin
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Bust it like bullets that travel through chambers
Ignited by triggers don't pull it
I get from point A to point B by keeping it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Y'all could never tell me how you feel
forget the steal
I have not a single enemy
Only evil entities that have somehow befriended me
And they mine cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme
And when it comes to dames I catch planes
They catch feelings
Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings
High as the ceiling
Y'all really don't know who you dealing with now
Visions of living until my flesh is parished
And my spirit is risen
Thankful for every breath I'm given
Fuck social division
On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision
People ask how you get your flow so amazing
To which I reply I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions
Haters taking shots but it never graze 'em
Now if pro is the opposite of con whats the opposite of progress?
I love my country but that shit a mess
Grew up on sets and they can't attest
And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the fuckin best

I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Get money
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Get money
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Get money
I'm out for dead fucking Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Get money
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Get money
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Get money
I'm out for dead fucking Presidents to represent me

Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it
Now run it back an retrieve it
'til you receive it in your mother fucking mind
Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99
Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime
But you know I shined
Daddy was smoking crack I was raised by a single mom
Fasting every night
I ain't talking bout no Ramadan
I was poor as fuck
Me and my momma we ain't have a dime
At 16 the school system dismissed me I wish 'em well
But my momma never fought it
How the fuck could I prevail?
So I focused on this music
And used it to create a life of my own
Left home at 17
Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets
But she still breathing
which give me a reason to believe in a higher power
Instead of grieving
So many rappers biting me you would think they was teething
And now you know this is just a sugar coated version
Within a fraction of a percentage
that was taken from just a piece of my story