Capital STEEZ - Dead Prez lyrics
[Capital STEEZ - Dead Prez lyrics]
I'm green and inexperienced
Dreamin' 'bout that chariots
Stay sparked and trade cards
He know that they be cheering it
On, I'm feeling grown when I spray my cologne
Got a mind of my own
But time's ticking too long
And I got a plan to restore the game
This shit was looking quite critical
Right before we came
Co and cane flow in that
Novacane for your open veins
All we need is something medicinal
Torch the flame
Third rail skippin' over missin' track
Soundin' like the kicks and claps that
Filled the gaps for missing tracks
The third kind been real
We just missin' Jack food for thought
But I tossed the scraps in a doggy bag
Rehearsin' verses in my head, no iPod
Gave my life to Ja and still can't find a job
So what I'm grindin' for
To put these new Nikes on
Or to hide the scars from the eyes of God
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
"Hey yo, STEEZ, lemme send you a track
I've been a fan for a while and
I appreciate you hittin' me back
Cause me and you, we like similar cats
Just tryin' to get on the map
And I would love to work with you and Jakk"
But I'm afraid it's not as simple as that
Cause the symphonies and melodies
Haven't been havin' the same chemistry
The distance fact is only addin' on stress
And it's hard for me to live up
To what you expect from me
The yellow tape was a warnin' sign
It's hard to cut straight to the
Chase without a dotted line
And if I made that the bottom line
Then I guess the Khan hit rock
Bottom about a thousand times
Some people like to compromise
For the dollar sign, but I had my mind aside
I told Jakk from the get
That I'mma ride or die
And I'd rather die by homicide
Instead of goin' out without a pride
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
Presidents that represent me up
On some G shit tryin' to stay afloat so long
They got me seasick
It's been a good minute since we kicked it
And I'm still hopin' that you
Come home for a weekend
So I could kick it like a kid again
I was all constructive like
Criticism and Timbaland
But I remember back in the days
When we was goin' through that
Torch and Excalibur phase
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
Dreamin' 'bout that chariots
Stay sparked and trade cards
He know that they be cheering it
On, I'm feeling grown when I spray my cologne
Got a mind of my own
But time's ticking too long
And I got a plan to restore the game
This shit was looking quite critical
Right before we came
Co and cane flow in that
Novacane for your open veins
All we need is something medicinal
Torch the flame
Third rail skippin' over missin' track
Soundin' like the kicks and claps that
Filled the gaps for missing tracks
The third kind been real
We just missin' Jack food for thought
But I tossed the scraps in a doggy bag
Rehearsin' verses in my head, no iPod
Gave my life to Ja and still can't find a job
So what I'm grindin' for
To put these new Nikes on
Or to hide the scars from the eyes of God
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
"Hey yo, STEEZ, lemme send you a track
I've been a fan for a while and
I appreciate you hittin' me back
Cause me and you, we like similar cats
Just tryin' to get on the map
And I would love to work with you and Jakk"
But I'm afraid it's not as simple as that
Cause the symphonies and melodies
Haven't been havin' the same chemistry
The distance fact is only addin' on stress
And it's hard for me to live up
To what you expect from me
The yellow tape was a warnin' sign
It's hard to cut straight to the
Chase without a dotted line
And if I made that the bottom line
Then I guess the Khan hit rock
Bottom about a thousand times
Some people like to compromise
For the dollar sign, but I had my mind aside
I told Jakk from the get
That I'mma ride or die
And I'd rather die by homicide
Instead of goin' out without a pride
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me
Presidents that represent me up
On some G shit tryin' to stay afloat so long
They got me seasick
It's been a good minute since we kicked it
And I'm still hopin' that you
Come home for a weekend
So I could kick it like a kid again
I was all constructive like
Criticism and Timbaland
But I remember back in the days
When we was goin' through that
Torch and Excalibur phase
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'
We all children lookin' for a reason
What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead presidency
I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents that represent me