Dead Presidents

[Hook 1: Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me [Verse 1: An0maly] I heard a song say god bless the broken road I guarantee the singer never had a broken home Or else he never would have wrote the song I turn it off with the remote control, because it contradicts my broken soul And I hope in full, but all my wishes are similar to an oceans pull I try to focus whole, But got no control Emotions grow, When rolling with a molten flow I got fire for deliverance, rhyming that be killing this Tired of the charts, so I set fire to your syllabus Messiah for higher I fly above like Dilla did I pride myself with realer shit, so try to find an iller kid I eat and sleep hip-hop so if you come by At dinner or lunchtime, i'm coming with punchlines Even at breakfast you can hear me flow A killer serial, over two bowls, and only one is cheerio's The other one is just to level my head And keep it high and try to fly with angels in heaven instead The devil I get, I try to keep him settled in check The kinda burden that can make a rebel upset It seems irrelevant even with a heaven sent Like if every president would resurrect and live again I ain't religious so I don't sit and wait for miracles I'm the only one I know to steer my soul [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: An0maly] Is it all about the benjamins? Well I can't answer that But all I can say is that I don't wanna go and end up in an ever too similar situation To those I see go to work in a daily routine and hate it, Just to make it And I got a limited time on this earth, so I rhyme like dimes are finna be mine Why you sittin' behind, no need to waste it Life may be a number game, but you don't see me playing in the matrix I can taste it, A mouth full of fire I preach to the choir of Satan, Like I hate it My rhymes are flames that cannot breach the surface they are worthless sitting in Commercial's basement