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vega7 the ronin & machacha - paper presidents lyrics

you ain’t never been right bout nothin
did this year to get good
but was about seven times
he ain’t dead
that mean anything to you, huh?
man ain’t meant to die
the only thing that could k!ll barnes is barnes

[verse 1:]
look, they see me pull up yonder from east on horseback to tonka the chief
you can’t land body shots i got dominant reach
better hang it up in the ring like it’s a hanukkah wreath
i hang off the rim like when dominic get launched from his feet
can’t compete with the swamp monster that leaps from dawson’s creek
this the tree of knowledge back when it was sp+wn in thе leaf
your family tree lose a grandfather, aunt and a niеce
from the branch down to the lawn it’s beneath i’m armed to the t++th, n+gga
i was a g+nius at war before begun it’s when the heat in your core scorches your tongue
it’s the grief of afeni shakur when she lost her son
and saw me leaving the soil but i brought a gun
my sole source is the gleaming orbit of a sun
i’m greedy take your food and clean the fork of the crumbs
extract the atoms the air you breathe are stored in your lungs
it’s morpheus and neo morphed into one
it’s ali when his back was against the ropes
olajuwon when he backing into the post
the shadow next to the ghost i’m grappling at your throat
if i had a castle, i pour acid into the moat, i balancing on the slope
the virus in the body the pathogen in the lab is active when in the host
look backwards when i approached
you gonna find out exactly how fast an adult turned to a statue of salt
[hook:]
he was logged out in offline and heard it through the grapevine
they said online, these n+ggas still b+tching
i heard these n+ggas sh+t i wasn’t even around yet they comin for my crown
these n+ggas tryin to knock the guard out position
i ain’t worried bout no ig rappers sending a threat
pray i say your name and these n+ggas could get a rep
you been going through a 20 year drought
the only sh+t i care about beside fam is dead presidents and checks

[verse 2:]
i’m jon snow maneuvering off metal shoes on the hooves of the horse
through the fog a shadowy silhouette protrudes in the frost
my lower back got a dual exhaust
i pour a gallon of gasoline in a big mug and fuel a porsche
duels with the swords tulips for your corpse
it’s getting bl++dy the butcher i’m abdullah with the fork
blood is pooling by the cord
i could write a dissertation on civil engineering without me googling the source
i got ’em saying a rose grew through the concrete
in lawton like i’m hov grew up in marcy
everything out the vocal booth with the godly
i’m perfect it’s sudoku with a sharpie
overproof, the bacardi and a couple pounds of weed
was young and wild cup of brown and puffin sour d
excuse the f+ck out of me i’m overk!lling these n+ggas, you won’t make it to rush hour three
p+ssy , immune to the smoke like diesel with a zipper, weed
or a spliff of trees to the lips of a wiz khalif’
know how you can be on the other side of the world
where it’s a different day that’s drifting in sp+ce we live in different weeks
sheesh imagine if i quicken the pace
superman to catch it ripping his cape crippled his waist
tokyo drifting with it this is a wraith
why the f+ck would i try and find a honda civic to race?
[hook:]
he was logged out in offline and heard it through the grapevine
they said online, these n+ggas still b+tching
i heard these n+ggas sh+t i wasn’t even around yet they comin for my crown
these n+ggas tryin to knock the guard out position
i ain’t worried bout no ig rappers sending a threat
pray i say your name and these n+ggas could get a rep
you been going through a 20 year drought
the only sh+t i care about beside fam is dead presidents and checks
run it up, huh? august in. copenhagen, denmark. hey, yo
cronus rules everything around me. cream!
get the money
dollar, dollar bill, y’all run it

- vega7 the ronin machacha lyrics

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