[Hook: Nas]
(Original "Dead Presidents" Chorus)
[Verse 1: PJ Kingz]
So while I dream about a shawtii slash gold digga'
I neva' glance on finance and gettin' mo' richa'
'Cuz gold diggas' and ya' best friend is no diffa'
Fulla' greed which succeed to some mo' killas'
No reala', no illa', then
Masta' Mason, M..M.. Eminem
Neva' him, treacherin' ya' enemy
The best medicine is drug free, trust me
Lust thee, on what you see on TV
Brainwash young cats and now they truly see
How the industry manipulates the young seed
Before he 23, the nigga sold his soul to He
The Higha' Powa', now he sniffin' powda'
Half past the hour 'til he suck the gun powda
Holocaust words transist to a freestyle
Knee-high they been knew, 'cuz of all we been through
Mos' claim they sinful, truth him between lies
I see the skies as a gateway, to make pay
So they bent non-fiction as a new admission
To a trend that the game neva' been missin
If you listen to a Jay-Z track
Make you wanna rewind back to a old school track
Like the image of Shawn Carta', perseverance self-wise
My self high like an elevator, tell me why the game is so corrupt...
[Hook: Nas]
(Original "Dead Presidents" Chorus)
[Verse 2: PJ Kingz]
8 years I been here, spittin' Makaveli through the ear
And I get mo' smart, every otha' yea
Seein' mothaz' tears, and it make me betta'
Neva' betta' to corrupt anotha' human
I'm zoomin', boomin' through the speakers to the office
Oval shape wit' tape plus escape and a coffin
Makin' me hella nautious, paranoid but cautious
Lives leak like faucets, gossip and personalities
And now they mad at me, hataz wanna laugh at me
Battery abuse, I choose over the apple seed
In the garden chillin' wit' Adam
Gettin' a lap dance from Eve, R.I.P. to Pimp C
Pac and B-I-G, signs of Masonary
Those who live is varied, spittin' that Mary Mary
The God in us all...but yo I lack much
In fact such, I rap much evil in all my raps "bruh"
I yell checkmate to whom in check
I might wreck the playa', 'cuz the game been in check
Those who break they neck for us to get respect
And now we all next...Twenty Twelve is "Next-Us"
And I'm a Nexus...a world founded by the colonists
Columbus, we run this
Pacino and the Kingpin, see how we reapin', and seekin'
Dead Presidents, like "JFK" we gets sprayed
[Hook: Nas]
(Original "Dead Presidents" Chorus)
(Original "Dead Presidents" Chorus)
[Verse 1: PJ Kingz]
So while I dream about a shawtii slash gold digga'
I neva' glance on finance and gettin' mo' richa'
'Cuz gold diggas' and ya' best friend is no diffa'
Fulla' greed which succeed to some mo' killas'
No reala', no illa', then
Masta' Mason, M..M.. Eminem
Neva' him, treacherin' ya' enemy
The best medicine is drug free, trust me
Lust thee, on what you see on TV
Brainwash young cats and now they truly see
How the industry manipulates the young seed
Before he 23, the nigga sold his soul to He
The Higha' Powa', now he sniffin' powda'
Half past the hour 'til he suck the gun powda
Holocaust words transist to a freestyle
Knee-high they been knew, 'cuz of all we been through
Mos' claim they sinful, truth him between lies
I see the skies as a gateway, to make pay
So they bent non-fiction as a new admission
To a trend that the game neva' been missin
If you listen to a Jay-Z track
Make you wanna rewind back to a old school track
Like the image of Shawn Carta', perseverance self-wise
My self high like an elevator, tell me why the game is so corrupt...
[Hook: Nas]
(Original "Dead Presidents" Chorus)
[Verse 2: PJ Kingz]
8 years I been here, spittin' Makaveli through the ear
And I get mo' smart, every otha' yea
Seein' mothaz' tears, and it make me betta'
Neva' betta' to corrupt anotha' human
I'm zoomin', boomin' through the speakers to the office
Oval shape wit' tape plus escape and a coffin
Makin' me hella nautious, paranoid but cautious
Lives leak like faucets, gossip and personalities
And now they mad at me, hataz wanna laugh at me
Battery abuse, I choose over the apple seed
In the garden chillin' wit' Adam
Gettin' a lap dance from Eve, R.I.P. to Pimp C
Pac and B-I-G, signs of Masonary
Those who live is varied, spittin' that Mary Mary
The God in us all...but yo I lack much
In fact such, I rap much evil in all my raps "bruh"
I yell checkmate to whom in check
I might wreck the playa', 'cuz the game been in check
Those who break they neck for us to get respect
And now we all next...Twenty Twelve is "Next-Us"
And I'm a Nexus...a world founded by the colonists
Columbus, we run this
Pacino and the Kingpin, see how we reapin', and seekin'
Dead Presidents, like "JFK" we gets sprayed
[Hook: Nas]
(Original "Dead Presidents" Chorus)
( PJ Kingz )
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