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Runaway

South Park Mexican

Hustle Town

1998

Never stop settin trends
To tha level of excellence
Still stackin dead presidents
It's evident, I'm Texas sent
Who plex get proper measurment
No refery,

you lost it
No crew could withstand the forces
Never second guess me, just bless me
Stop smilin', bodies stackin', dead presidents pilin'
We

crazy
Deven know me but she want have a baby
She see the life weh me live kinda wealthy
Have bare dead presidents pon payslips
BANG!
Chop e food daily
She

316 Ways

Murs

Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation

2011

The industry is dead, long live the king
Drop from a head shot, and it didn't feel a thing
Woke up this morning with the world in my hand
Money in

Yea my new bitch she turn heads
Don’t love her I love dead presidents
I’m good by myself company come with that extra shit
No baggage fly on this

(what?)
So now he's running for president
It's a shame what the game's became
But the truth is
There's really nobody to blame
But the music
Let's give

got four faces like i'm rushmore
Dead president faces make her blush more
Canary yellow diamonds make her love more
She got four faces like she rushmore

Dead presidents, I'm tryna run up all them Ben Franks
You sick I'm winnin', I could see it on ya damn face
My doctor said I'm gainin' weight but it's

to the bro
You already know that this is how we roll

I got that 6th sense the way I see Dead presidents
The way that I be spitting it sound so elegant
Got

Aye through the trees
I'm in YanNa land
Phone on DND
I don't give a damn
Stay by my lonely
They won't understand
With dead presidents
I'm no lonely

swing low by me, sweet chariot
I'm back from the dead, and I ain't talking 'bout Revenant
Apex predator
Peep the intelligence
Hopping the Wraith, counting

me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say

Whoever tried
Counting me out
Can't count
Exotic weed
Exotic name
I can't pronounce
Wallet hold
Dead presidents
White house
How much doe you make

Washington's burning, the president's dead
World war three, cause of some shit he said
The markets are fine, the people are fucked
There's a run

Donald trump
He’ll have us dead by 31
Nigga fuck you and your presidents
Subject “bitches” message sent
Why can’t we stop Zimmerman
He’ll just go out

Hey stupid, you're listening to Bazooka tooth, dental cannons, molar pistols; s*** like that.
This is Murs, motherf***er, this is Aesop Rock, Ace

it
Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan
Thousand bullet shells, yeah, I'm blatant
No Ceilings, she's stargazin'
Dead presidents, reincarnated
Tyler

ain't by your side?
What's the point of getting rich if you dead when you die?
Let me tell you this, nobody survives (Nobody)
And I ain't gon' want this

dealers
Got presidents, dead and alive
I bet you feel us
Slackers to engineers
These words are for my peers
Revolution for your ears
Taking over this year

the building
Okay, day time soldier, night time rider,
911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am 
I to try to keep hope alive
When I'm seeing dead babies floating

Dead Presidents

I heard a song say god bless the broken road
I garentee the singer never had a broken home
I turn it off with remote control
Because

wallet, of presidents
Every thing i do, i do it perfect, elegant
I got cameras in my head cause i watching mine/mind
11 cats by my side 99 lives
Talking

okay, get it then
All these dead presidents in my pocket, yeah
There's many men
G-19, that stay up on my hip
Your block we spinnin' it (Bop)
If he up

the way, by the way, by the way

I don't need a scholarship to see through all the lies
20,000 dead, why you acting all surprised
All I really know is that