Dead Presidents III
Logic
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Dead Presidents III Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack Logic just don't give a f*ck, RATTPACK So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease Got it capeesh? This is my house you fuckers just lease Waitin' on a record deal that's never comin' like a priest Black and white like a nun These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn So follow your father like an apostle Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil Never knowin' what's gon' follow However we never wallow in our sorrow Just pray for tomorrow At times my heart could be hollow Emotions forced to be swallowed While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder Life's a bitch and I heard she'll f*ck you, so I'm tryin' to find her One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda The bitch is kinky kinda, and so with the lift of a pinky I'ma Dominate the world like my name is Brain Spit flame like propane Bitches I overcame, you know the name Ink in my veins, in flames, and spew on the page To numb the pain like Novocain, mothafucker 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' presidents to represent me Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic Murderin' every demographic Paint a picture usin' only blood to make sure that it's graphic Rip the mic to set the example While all these mothafuckers testin' 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 talkin' 'bout you and I But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum We want, nothin' but peace and if not we leave 'em deceased In your central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it I get from point A to point B by keepin' it G Ain't no killer but don't push me If you grab the heat you a pussy Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel I have not a single enemy Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, in they mind 'Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme And when it comes to dames I catch plane's They catch feelings Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings High as the ceilin' Ya'll really don't know who your dealin' with now Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen Thankful for every breath I'm givin', f*ck social division On the road to success and their ain't no time for collision People ask, "How you get your flow so amazin'?" To which I reply, "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" Haters takin' shots but they never graze him Now if pro is the opposite of con What's the opposite of progress? I love my country but that shit a mess Grew up on Section 8, I can 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' presidents to represent me Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Now run it back and retrieve it 'Til you receive it in your motherfuckin' mind Only twenty-two but I feel like I'm ninety-nine Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine Daddy was smokin' crack I was raised by a single mom Fastin' every night I ain't talkin' 'bout no Ramadan I was poor as f*ck me and my mama, we ain't have a dime At sixteen the school system dismissed him and wished him well But my mama never fought it, how the f*ck could I prevail? So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own Left home at seventeen Shortly after my mama got stabbed by fuckin' around in the streets But she still breathin' Which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grievin' So many rappers bitin' me you would think they was teethin' 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 (C Sick) I'm out for- (Get money) Presidents to- RATTPACK, nigga (Magic) So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease Waitin' on a record deal that's never comin' like a priest So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease Waitin' on a record deal that's never comin' like a priest
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Written by: 2Pac, Alain Gandolfi, Alain Mion, Bruce Washington, Charles Dumazer, Herb Rooney, Jeff Hunter, Katari Cox, Nasir Jones, Peter Phillips, Rufus Cooper, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II, Yafeu Fula
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