Dead Presidents Iii Lyrics - Young Sinatra: Undeniable - Logic

Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III 

Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack 

Logic just don't give a fuck, Rattpack 

So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease 

Got-a-ca-peashe this is my house you fuckers just lease 

Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a priest 

Black and white like a nun 

These up-and-comers our sun 

Like the break of dawn 

So follow your father like an apostle paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil 

Never knowin' what's gon' follow 

However we never wallow in our sorrow 

Just pray for tomorrow 

At times my heart could be hallow 

Emotions forced to be swallowed 

While neighborhood cats blast star gas like the apollo 

This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder 

Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm trying to find her 

One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda 

The bitch is kinky, kind of 

So with the lift of a pinky I'mma 

Dominate the world like my name was brain 

Spit flame like propane 

Bitches I overcame you know the name 

Ink in my veins, inflames, and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, muthafucker 

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I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me 

Allow me to kill it off the brink like no traffic 

Murderin' every demographic 

Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic 

Rip the mic to set the example 

While all these muthafuckers testin my patience like blood samples 

Constant thoughts of suicide, 

where living in an era that's do or die 

Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I 

But we persevere force fear enemies saying "we want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased" 

In your central nervous system like heroine reppin' Maryland to the fullest 

Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that are ignited by triggers don't pull it 

I go from point A to point B by keeping it G 

Ain't no killer but don't push me 

If you grab the heat you a pussy 

Buckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steal 

I have not a single enemy 

Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind 

Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme 

And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's 

They catch feelins 

Haters keep my name in they mouth like villains 

High as the ceiling 

Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now 

Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen 

I'm thankful for every breath I'm given 

Fuck social division 

On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision 

People ask "how you get your flow so amazing" 

Photos 

To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" 

Haters taken shots but I never graze 'em 

Now if pro is the opposite of con 

What's the opposite of pro-gress 

I love my country but that shit a mess 

Grew up on sex and they that I can attest 

And how they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) 

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me 

Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it 

Now run it back and retrieve it 

Till you receive it in your motherfuckin mind 

Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99 

Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme 

Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine 

Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom 

Fastin' every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan 

I was poor as fuck me and my momma, we didn't have a dime 

At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well 

But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail? 

So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own 

I left home at 17 

Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets 

But she still breathin' which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving 

So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin' 

And now you know this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story