Dead Prez (77 Strangers Remix)

I'm green and inexperienced

Dreamin' 'bout that chariots

Stay sparked and trade cards

He know that they be cheering it

On, I'm feeling grown when I spray my cologne

Got a mind of my own

But time's ticking too long

And I got a plan to restore the game

This shit was looking quite critical

Right before we came

Co and cane flow in that

Novacane for your open veins

All we need is something medicinal

Torch the flame

Third rail skippin' over missin' track

Soundin' like the kicks and claps that

Filled the gaps for missing tracks

The third kind been real

We just missin' Jack food for thought

But I tossed the scraps in a doggy bag

Rehearsin' verses in my head, no iPod

Gave my life to Ja and still can't find a job

So what I'm grindin' for

To put these new Nikes on

Or to hide the scars from the eyes of God

Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens

Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'

We all children lookin' for a reason

What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?

Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens

Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'

We all children lookin' for a reason

What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead fuckin'

Presidents that represent me

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead fuckin'

Presidents that represent me

"Hey yo, STEEZ, lemme send you a track

I've been a fan for a while and

I appreciate you hittin' me back

Cause me and you, we like similar cats

Just tryin' to get on the map

And I would love to work with you and Jakk"

But I'm afraid it's not as simple as that

Cause the symphonies and melodies

Haven't been havin' the same chemistry

The distance fact is only addin' on stress

And it's hard for me to live up

To what you expect from me

The yellow tape was a warnin' sign

It's hard to cut straight to the

Chase without a dotted line

And if I made that the bottom line

Then I guess the Khan hit rock

Bottom about a thousand times

Some people like to compromise

For the dollar sign, but I had my mind aside

I told Jakk from the get

That I'mma ride or die

And I'd rather die by homicide

Instead of goin' out without a pride

Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens

Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'

We all children lookin' for a reason

What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead fuckin'

Presidents that represent me

Presidents that represent me up

On some G shit tryin' to stay afloat so long

They got me seasick

It's been a good minute since we kicked it

And I'm still hopin' that you

Come home for a weekend

So I could kick it like a kid again

I was all constructive like

Criticism and Timbaland

But I remember back in the days

When we was goin' through that

Torch and Excalibur phase

Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens

Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy had 'em leanin'

We all children lookin' for a reason

What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead fuckin'

Presidents that represent me