Crazy C Dead Presidents Lyrics

Dead Presidents Lyrics

Money’s a self-inflicted man-made evil 

 intriguing how having loot can advance and deceive you 

 without it, jealousy bleeds through 

 conceives you, now greed runs through your veins too 

 drugs turn a lame group into an insane crew 

 rearranging their brains dude 

 cocaine's the prime suspect, and is subject to my respect 

     I’ve smoked the chronic 

 A year ago my man Joe got stuck in the snow  

 accelerated to fast and dug himself a hole 

 stole lil’ Lukes deck, and found yourself in check 

 watching your life wreck, suddenly, it all connects 

 I got much love and respect bro 

 you got back on your ten toes 

 I’m glad your fu*@in’ back Joe 

 attack all who oppose those enclosed in my stories 

 their my boys, and their too dangerous for your laboratories 

 ignoring your ignorance, cuz for you its a sixth sense 

 so you pretend your on a hunt 

 you ask why we get liquored up and smoke blunts 

 I’m trying to survive these harsh winter months 

 pullin’ stunts like were heaven sent 

 all reachin’ for them dead presidents 

                     DEAD PRESIDENTS 

  

 Please,  

 will somebody tame my brain and explain my confusion 

 I’m dillutioned from these illusions-  

 that my skin colors the solution to solving societies pollution 

 to tell you the truth when I hear these statements 

 I feel I’ve had a date with Satan  

 and was created to deflate the nation 

 I claim no direct relation to the devil 

 I rebel the church cuz I stand on a different level 

 trivial tales will tell 

 if you decide to sell your soul you’ll go straight to hell 

 but oh well 

 some souls dwell in a similar land touched by evil 

 sippin’ from the dream well 

 they determined who was the supreme race 

 and thanks to my face, I was put in my place 

 not to mention the devilish ligament between my legs 

 thanks 

 now I’m the dreaded white male, pale sippin’ some ale 

 condemned to fail with no blessin’ 

 and just a quick lil’ lesson, don’t bring that stress in 

 cuz we’ll fu*@ you with the wesson 

   WE DO IT FOR THEM DEAD PRESIDENTS 

                    DEAD PRESIDENTS 

  

 In all of life’s battles it seems I can’t win for losin’ 

 got my mind on cruise control, but my hearts steady bruisin’ 

 choosin’ the proper path into the future 

 ain’t exactly somethin’ I want determined by a computer 

 Domestic feuds hurt, multiple individuals 

 usually it’s moral conflicts that get ridiculed 

 I’m trying to shield my pride, but why 

 I sacrificed a lot of shit cuz I wanted to get high 

 I try not to lie cuz you can’t incarcerate the truth 

 today’s youth are time bombs stripped of their fuse 

 put my head in a noose  

 and kick the stool from beneath my feet 

 children watch out, mother goose is packin’ heat 

 at least she’s sleepin’ safe with her piece embraced 

 all I got to go to bed with is some crumbled weed on my briefcase 

 I pace my tounge when spittin’ my flows 

 cuz if I let that fu*@er go, it spins out of control 

             I DO IT FOR THEM DEAD PRESIDENTS 

                           DEAD PRESIDENTS