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Текст (слова) песни: Crazy C - Dead Presidents

Money`s a self-inflicted man-made evil
intriguing how having loot can advance and deceive you
without it, jealousy bleeds through
conceives you, now greed runs through your veins too
drugs turn a lame group into an insane crew
rearranging their brains dude
cocaine`s the prime suspect, and is subject to my respect
I`ve smoked the chronic
A year ago my man Joe got stuck in the snow
accelerated to fast and dug himself a hole
stole lil` Lukes deck, and found yourself in check
watching your life wreck, suddenly, it all connects
I got much love and respect bro
you got back on your ten toes
I`m glad your fu*@in` back Joe
attack all who oppose those enclosed in my stories
their my boys, and their too dangerous for your laboratories
ignoring your ignorance, cuz for you its a sixth sense
so you pretend your on a hunt
you ask why we get liquored up and smoke blunts
I`m trying to survive these harsh winter months
pullin` stunts like were heaven sent
all reachin` for them dead presidents
DEAD PRESIDENTS

Please,
will somebody tame my brain and explain my confusion
I`m dillutioned from these illusions-
that my skin colors the solution to solving societies pollution
to tell you the truth when I hear these statements
I feel I`ve had a date with Satan
and was created to deflate the nation
I claim no direct relation to the devil
I rebel the church cuz I stand on a different level
trivial tales will tell
if you decide to sell your soul you`ll go straight to hell
but oh well
some souls dwell in a similar land touched by evil
sippin` from the dream well
they determined who was the supreme race
and thanks to my face, I was put in my place
not to mention the devilish ligament between my legs
thanks
now I`m the dreaded white male, pale sippin` some ale
condemned to fail with no blessin`
and just a quick lil` lesson, don`t bring that stress in
cuz we`ll fu*@ you with the wesson
WE DO IT FOR THEM DEAD PRESIDENTS
DEAD PRESIDENTS

In all of life`s battles it seems I can`t win for losin`
got my mind on cruise control, but my hearts steady bruisin`
choosin` the proper path into the future
ain`t exactly somethin` I want determined by a computer
Domestic feuds hurt, multiple individuals
usually it`s moral conflicts that get ridiculed
I`m trying to shield my pride, but why
I sacrificed a lot of shit cuz I wanted to get high
I try not to lie cuz you can`t incarcerate the truth
today`s youth are time bombs stripped of their fuse
put my head in a noose
and kick the stool from beneath my feet
children watch out, mother goose is packin` heat
at least she`s sleepin` safe with her piece embraced
all I got to go to bed with is some crumbled weed on my briefcase
I pace my tounge when spittin` my flows
cuz if I let that fu*@er go, it spins out of control
I DO IT FOR THEM DEAD PRESIDENTS
DEAD PRESIDENTS

 

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