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Dead Presidents - текст песни



Dead Presidents


Money’s a self-inflicted man-made evil
Intriguing how having loot can advance and deceive you
Without it, jealousy bleeds through
Conceives you, now greed runs through your veins too
Drugs turn a lame group into an insane crew
Rearranging their brains dude
Cocaine's the prime suspect, and is subject to my respect
I’ve smoked the chronic
A year ago my man Joe got stuck in the snow
Accelerated to fast and dug himself a hole
Stole lil’ Lukes deck, and found yourself in check
Watching your life wreck, suddenly, it all connects
I got much love and respect bro
You got back on your ten toes
I’m glad your fu*@in’ back Joe
Attack all who oppose those enclosed in my stories
Their my boys, and their too dangerous for your laboratories
Ignoring your ignorance, cuz for you its a sixth sense
So you pretend your on a hunt
You ask why we get liquored up and smoke blunts
I’m trying to survive these harsh winter months
Pullin’ stunts like were heaven sent
All reachin’ for them dead presidents
DEAD PRESIDENTS

Please,
Will somebody tame my brain and explain my confusion
I’m dillutioned from these illusions-
That my skin colors the solution to solving societies pollution
To tell you the truth when I hear these statements
I feel I’ve had a date with Satan
And was created to deflate the nation
I claim no direct relation to the devil
I rebel the church cuz I stand on a different level
Trivial tales will tell
If you decide to sell your soul you’ll go straight to hell
But oh well
Some souls dwell in a similar land touched by evil
Sippin’ from the dream well
They determined who was the supreme race
And thanks to my face, I was put in my place
Not to mention the devilish ligament between my legs
Thanks
Now I’m the dreaded white male, pale sippin’ some ale
Condemned to fail with no blessin’
And just a quick lil’ lesson, don’t bring that stress in
Cuz we’ll fu*@ you with the wesson
WE DO IT FOR THEM DEAD PRESIDENTS
DEAD PRESIDENTS

In all of life’s battles it seems I can’t win for losin’



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