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lord gem - dead prez lyrics

[verse 1: odc]
g.o.d, gemstones, odiggy, macdizzle
uhn yea yo
boom braaap blaka
ratatat, heart attack, dey do wack rappers
wen they come face to face wit the master
listen i go put the fear of god in you like natural disaster
all dat pretty boy sh-t no dey bite my chest
red wine to help d food wey i bite digest
i no dey claim rap messiah jus dey try my best
to make something out of nothing so d pepper fit to rest
them ssy make i do music wey go sell out i refuse
this na raps with substance for you to abuse
bloggers i no give a f-ck about your views
all that online noise na nothing but fake news
fake hype diggy no dey mess with the fake type
on the grind early mo mo hustle till its late night
g.o.d na d squad b-tch pay homage
on the hunt for that bread wey no get bromate
we no know, you your street cred no hold weight
around the gifted we go brush u with no colgate
just lyrics and bars here to venus and mars
omo my peers na the sun moon and stars
kind of rapper wey go smack your best rapper for ein chinbone
dey make moves to hammer buy my mumsi her dream home
on the mic i dey spit fire and brimstone
na dead presidents i want f-ck the kings throne

[chorus]
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for dead [?] presidents to represent me

i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for dead [?] presidents to represent me

[verse: lord gem]
who wanna bet us, we never getting cheddar, flexing forever
ma endeavor is gettin better bread with lasting pleasure
i’m on the verge of, kicking verses never heard of, filled with heat, k!ll the beat, then feel defeat, like a pedicure. word up!
dead presidential in my residential that’s the m.o
all for the paper, secretaries even get the memo
hands on the steering wheels, i never let go
i’m well read, i go for the green before the traffic turns to yellow
i never settle or get to meddle with smellos
i’m oth-llo from the ghetto where fellows never say h-llo
from a sick country the government never still well o
cuz to make it your name has to be mohammed or bello
what da f-ck n-ggas, sucks n-ggas, they tryna box n-ggas
dead presidents so we heading for the bucks n-ggas
praise the lord gem, whenever you n-ggas seeing me
the g.o.d project, and tha motherf-cking trinity
odiggy and hilary, mc dust with the similes
mask off for all you wack f-cks in the industry
back to the topic, lemme drop it off on a final quote
it’s all about azikiwe, on every naira note
so incase you hating, get ready to make a date with satan
money motivation, i’m steady gracing the pace to make it
cash rules everything around me, cream
and facts dude, everything around me is clean, motherf-ckers!

[chorus]
dead [?] presidents to represent me
dead [?] presidents to represent me
dead [?] presidents to represent me
dead [?] presidents to represent me

i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me

i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for dead [?] presidents to represent me

- lord gem lyrics

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