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Celebration of the Lizard

The Doors

A Tribute to Jim Morrison [Video]

1992

the wild breeze
C'mon baby, run with me
Let's run

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C'mon along, we're not

offed
Even if you aren't privy
To your country's history
You're getting lost
That's the world that we're living in
Count dead president heads all you want

“A SARS-like virus which has infected hundreds in China has now reached the United States”
“Historic victory for President Trump in the impeachment

a fortune
Counting up dead presidents
Spending these corpses
I can't give up on the bag just like an orphan
God damn
Money only thing important
I need

it's time to get real lit
Only friends That I like having is these dead presidents
Yuhh yeah these dead presidents
They just tryna take my motto but

Dollar Day

Mos Def

True Magic

2006

and homies dead in the streets
And Mr. President's a natural ass
He out treating niggas worse than they treat the trash

God save, these streets
One

to fear
I, I, I am the president
I, I, the emperor
I, I, I am the king of the world
(Chorus):
The only good god is a dead god
The only god good for me

of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president

Dear Mister President how do you sleep at night?
Your people they are hungry yet you ignore their plight
Their houses they've been stolen by

to keep up dog
Why you keep hating the president
I think y'all blind to the evidence
I think y'all hate him
Cause he is whats best for this country
But he

I must say this
Been on my mind for months
Smokin blunt after blunt
Yeah paper with the grabba
Fuck the president and you could tell em I said

YSIV

Logic

YSIV

2018

'em beg and plead
I'm in the pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents
Without me, they'll evict you from your residence
Hov wrote about me on Dead

The World Is Yours

Nas

The Best of Nas

2002

to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine,

The World Is Yours

Nas

The Promised Land [Columbia]

1995

to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine,

the deuce (oh)
Slapped her, then I asked her what's my name, she said, "N-I-C"
The President of the NYC, you dead wrong

These bitches is sprung, you got

the presidents, just want em dead
I was moving on to something new
She got the memo I'm pulling straight into Downsview, need to repeat
I'm the light, controlling

I got some dead presidents in My shoe box cemetery
Showed ya how to how to get Some money but you scary nigga 
We was in that jungle where I'm from

the meals you ain't ate yet
Always up walking to them dreams you ain't chase yet
That's jack shit if you ain't got a nickel son
Dead presidents, they

"FUCK", You broke my heart again
I'm gone keep on running up the dead presidents
Losing my composer doing the coke no coca cola
Turn't up with my

is mainly only dead presidents
I'm in ya hood on 1080 
Nigga we spinning and spinning and spinning again
Told you that you cannot play me
I put you

like a dead president
Imma do it my way yea what else they expect
One in a hundred ya we top one percent
Spittin my mind this next line just to vent

Shit like this get skip on a mixtape
Self made nigga don't need no sensi
Pussyfoot nigga gone do what his bitch say
Dead presidents when I count like

been feeling real lonely lately
Dead presidents my only friends
Dead presidents my only friends
Dead presidents my only friends
Dead presidents my only

the devil had sent
God on my shoulders told me I'm always gone win

Dead presidents they haunt my dreams
Stacks of cash and the elusive schemes
But I'm broke