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letra de dead presidents - mfasis

(nas intro)

{verse 1}
i’m calm on the outside but on the inside i’m going ballistic, they say the odds are against me but i’m not wired for statistics
i’m wise beyond my years i know life’s one long battle they here for your brighter days but when it gets dark they go missing like a shadow
i run this game like a track i gotta watch my back in case n-ggas wanna run up nd jump me like a hurdle
i’m far from slow but i stay with green and sh-lls like a turtle
so you know i stay prepared all emcees beware other n-ggas that dare compare to me get declared garbage cause their rapping ain’t sh-t like a 3 year olds gifts
my minds been twisted ever since i seen the illegal powder that a 13 year old sniffed my heart went stiff
if money is the sh-t then i could use a wiff i woulda saved up and got that clapper i’m nothing like these whack -ss rappers who rap -ss backwards
these dumb–ss n-ggas don’t practice so their rhymes stay dry like a cactus and they see me perfecting my sh-t so they sit and judge like mathis or judy
so quick to say sl!ck sh-t but never knew me hip hops a lit b-tch only real rappers can see the beauty, they try to hold me back like dead weight but i stay calm and maintain and try not to show pain cause there’s nothing left to gain but a headache
i used to wonder why im here so i looked up to god and i asked it, and he replied by saying you here to survive and do you until you stretched out in a casket

{hook}

i want paper like jigga-man sh-t wouldn’t you
but bread isn’t worth committing sins that you
but its so hard to listen when you stuck out here wishing that there was food in the kitchen and everybody would stop b-tching about
irrelevant sh-t on the news its just there to keep you confused they don’t wanna inform you they just wanna keep you amused
i just wanna make money and live well and get the big picture without getting street stuck like big l
these n-ggas wanna get to fighting, when they the ones who stole the rhymes i was writing, now i know you not obama so why you so cool wit biden?
but its only a matter of time before some more inspiration hits me like lightning while you sit there with the yuck face
you mad cause you so weak and im at my peak and i p-ssed the zone
you know this you get so p-ssed that it starts to hurt like you p-ssed a stone
i started rapping wit an idea and some intuition by the time i’m done i’m gonna have a body bag full of the compet-tion

(nas outro)

- mfasis

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