Royce da 5'9" - Dead President Heads lyrics

Trust the fucking shooter

Uh we in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years
It’s been up in the mills of
Dead president heads and counting
They put pictures of dead
President heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead
President heads on mountains
How we ain’t gon’ make it? You know what

I went from women asking "what’s the scent
Of your fragrance?" to center of attention
To dinners in Vegas
Then all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I’m all the way back
And I’m acting like Dennis in Vegas
Stacking up wins
I’m a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and


Try harm or change him
While they’re living in anguish
While I’m living in real nigga harmony
Energy around me blend together
Like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God level
All memories formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels
And we out on a yacht
And you know how we know that
We are and you not?
Because y’all are looking at our sales
I’m a motherfucking one man army
I’m more R than our
I put the 'R' in ourselves
Uh, I’m the one they can’t generalize
Every time I come through straight
Their wave minimize
Why? It’s probably ‘cause I gun
Through they gay enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that
We ain’t seen that
All we see around your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get crown vicked these days
Stop kicking it
You couldn’t fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes i’m not a street nigga
I’m just a chip off the old block
I ain’t rocked with an entourage since ‘07
Niggas dissed Marshall after they
Copy his whole reference
Like we won’t send an actual
Firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope
But none concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing that weed
Taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary glow
I’ll hit your broad in the gall
Bladder with this bald dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife"
‘til she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is
Haul-assing down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the
Crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I’m not alive, I wasn’t born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn
Idolize ‘cause I’ve arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing bullets
With the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas Rutten
This the edition of it's proven
Nigga, pay your dues, you’re past due here
This cash rules, you’re looking
At the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior
You still think you’re in high school
But you not
But you will be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo ya, bombs over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave
Cash and Poo Bear with directions to just go
Blasting through there
I ain’t stressing ‘bout none
Of you poindexter responses
I ain’t tongue wrestling with no
Artist unless it’s Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlar labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes
Like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I’m around lions and giants
You there, Ryan’s here
No one can hear you crying where I’m at
The highest tier
One diss track could tear your whole
Act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Gripping the Mac truck with Travis Scott
Hitting your Macbook i’m not a pioneer
I’m the last of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever
Ever in laughter and ever since that heffer
Put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain’t fucked a basic bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming
To my place asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to take a shit"
Country chick named Delores
I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get
To shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook
It got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each other’s backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay
Now we’re actually spineless
I’m into psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I’ll probably brainwash her like
Hollywood did Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for
A belt buckle like Pootie Tang wada Tah!
5’9" the illest MC of all time
Right now and all the time
Kneel right in front of me
Like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now
I’m piranha dipping in waters of Flint
With the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water’s fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money
I ain’t hard to find i’m doing big things
This bitch asked me do I
Got at least 50 shades just the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick game
I got more than 50 shades and
Just grey is the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of
Myself in a big frame
And a card that says "bitch
I’m Rick James" for Mother’s Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray for more
I just lifted the skirt of the devil
I don’t really care how you're dress her
Nigga, I'm just out here to take your drawers
Make the winner fall on the track
Let nature take it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his
He might want to be standin' clear
I come with the cannon, not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go champ
Let's slow dance kill you with the first and
Give you seven more, necromance
Best flow versus yo petrol rants, you gassin'
This that new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat against who askin
Who ya again
'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't last
I'm too arrogant but here I am
Two boys two girls two era's in
And they over there on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so
That's real embarrassin'
If I could just get you
Clean through my charities
I might just let you
Breathe through me vicariously
But then again
I might not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight
And why can't we fuck the Stitches approach
If I have to show up
I'm slashin' your throat
Your arms are too OG maco to
Box with OG wacko the GOAT
I'm not a factor, I'm the whole problem
Down to subtract for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a diva
I put leaves around the heads of
Non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers
Are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying with a full
Tank of gas on ether
If you from the block, watch y'all sons
Watch y'all daughters, 'cause I saw murder
Slaughter much as I saw hot
Sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way from
Wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of this way
Just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black cards
There's no limit when it comes to this art
No need for twitter followers
I dodged prison
I'm the non-equivocal black and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in
A villa in Calabasas
I'm that same little Cringer
And Battle Cat kid addict specialty pen and
Pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a bitch about as
Bad as my spendin' habit's
I got nowhere askin' can I have it
All the valuables I have in this world
I had to take it had to open King Tut's tomb
Up in my imagination
Had to separate fear from
Respect and admiration get rid of your fears
Time to remove doubts and think about it
There's two sculptors named
Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president
Heads by the president to move a mountain
Uh, contemporary art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like
The dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this Hip-Hop shit like
It's our step show we survive
We should have bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the gods
We should shoot bar missiles with these bars
Beat the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, just realize
We ain't runnin' for president
So, we ain't worth shit unless we alive