dead presidents by mc venom

Ugh yeah

 

I get on this microphone,I'm in my fucking zone

,Im resting in the booth, yeah that's my fucking throne

My flow got me feelin like im in a different time zone

Spitting raps, Pay'n this classic beat homage,

I'm kick'n ass, at the same time I kick knowledge

If rap was education, half of you wouldn't make it to college

Freestyling show'n of my flaws,

I just think and think wait pause

Freestyling my mind creates an imaginary dream,

All I want is bitches, cars and the cream

I'm mostly hated, but I still made it,

I'm on a higher level, y'all need to be upgraded

Headed for cloud 9, fuck a ceiling

, Fans find my bars very appeal'n

I come across many competition

, I'm killing this beat, now it's glitching

Instrumental so smove, mixed with flow,

Creates a groove,I'm in a good mood

I murder these fake rap clowns,,

They competing with me in this game, they step out of bounds

Sell'n weed running from a cop,

Screw the beat up, until you hear the chop

Blasting on these fools like fucking black op

, I'm regarded worldwide like a map

My barz set a trap

,Your barz is wack

, like a belt, Come across me you get smacked

Hoping I don't use the gate, Insert a full clip, click clat,

, My flow great cause the beat clap