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letra de dead prez (dead presidents rmx) - k.a.a.n.

[verse 1: k.a.a.n]
i swear to god every line that i spit
religious relic, overzealous from the flows that i flip
i’m keeping it real
i said in the moment i feel
i’m giving you all of my pain
i wanted a way to regain
the sanity everyone else had been taking in vain
i feel like i’m losing my soul
achieving a goal
the way that i’m living is cold
i murder my foes
or anyone that would oppose
the rhythm in which i compose
and now i dispose of ignorant nonsense
every day i was hearing the content
wondering if you were given a conscience
never believed in the lyrics they conjure
how do i conquer?
putting my life on the page
that n-gga was giving you honor
people like common, they only think about commas
n0body cares for your problems
pick a position to play, and practice your part
that feeling inside of your heart, you never ignore
we taking [?] to explore
attentive when asking for more
and for the most part, i’m mozart, belafonte and bogart
imposing, giving you cl-ssical
i’m masterful and magical
the depths of my emotion is devotion
what am i really divulging?
giving into my impulses
what about focus, n-gga they already know this
as i eliminate simple acts of intelligence
talking televangelist, my hands upon the bible ah!
i open the book and i look at the chapter
i’m a legitimate b-st-rd
causing disaster, leaving that lyrical madness
staying away from distractions, never attracting
that was an overreaction, digging inside of my faction ah!
praying to jehovah, asking him to grant me inner peace and bless me with some happiness before i’m finally deceased
my soul was sanctified by the soothing sound of the symphony

[verse 2: norman dean]
i’m out for presidents to represent me
all they care about is dead, [?], i’m a t-tan, n-gga
hit ’em with this light gun, i enlighten n-ggas
you ain’t gonna light none, you ain’t sparking a thang
you a little light, son, always guarding your chain
since my gram left, i ain’t been right son
in the dark, just waiting until the light come
and i’m just contemplating all the things i’ve done in my days
i’m obsessed with getting paid in a couple of ways
this year, i done doubled my days to keep the work up
we pushing through the struggle and pain, sometimes it hurt us
but people dying daily, how the f-ck i’m ‘posed to feel?
i’ve been ducking from these labels while they tryna close the deal
i ain’t finna sell my soul, not for none of these devils
they be biting off my style, here’s a wannabe medal
and my girl always saying she gon’ love me forever
i done made a few mistakes but i wanna be better
ain’t n0body ever say that i was perfect
but stick around, i promise i’ll make it worth it
i give you everything i am in these verses
it’s my purpose, i knew it before my first kiss
living in a time where you gotta be afraid of the cops
’cause your skin color black, they gon’ laser your top
every day the headlines show another n-gga blazed
tryna give us [?] or they want us in the grave
i’m already dead
i’m already dead
to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for dead f-cking presidents to represent me

- k a a n

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