Anxious P - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Verse 1] For all have sinned but I justify it like Dostoevsky Leveraging to bring joy to the world while ending those who test me There should be no contesting in Dallas of my status But all the wack rappers keep talking like they're the baddest All these liars could inspire me to make a hate record But when there's bull you just gotta stay on for 8 seconds Cuz the haters fade and the greatest remain Their minds are so used to being enslaved that they stay in the cage They stay ignorant, and in turn, I stay broke And the intelligent that meet the prerequisite stay stoked They're understanding where I came from Like everybody says they do But when the usual sh** smells, they can't stand the residue They only wanna live like a celebrity They say it seems heavenly But don't put effort in longevity And how steadily their ethic has to keep up The bottom feeders reach up but only the strong speak up Yeah There's a good reason we believe we're the meanest MCs Cuz we channel the spirits of supreme beings that be deceased But we don't need a Jesus piece to tell y'all not to cross us It's not love We preach and serve ya like a church potluck My pa**ion turns me into ashes like a fever I'm rapturing all of my opposition like a reaper But what I've sowed's about fifty times what my cla** is The pa**ion defeats the backlash and now it's time to cash in, yeah [Verse 2: Anxious P] Where to begin with folks who just ain't acting right? D-Hark said "Ignore em", had to retell it like a thousand times People come through clownin', but when approached they quiet Like they some f**ing mimes They're trying to steal my shine The lives we lead ain't just about the beats and rhymes It's what we do as men, not rappers, how we're defined I need to take the rap game, cut on the dotted line And leave all these wack cats I don't trust behind My sister had a son Some dude just copped a gun At elementary schools offing little ones It seems the system won But when it's said and done Those kids are on the right hand when kingdom come This is more than just a debate about gun control This is finding out if America even has a soul But we figure armed guards in our school's hallways is the f**in' answer to this deepened hole But I'm tired of this overly sensitive sh** Is there room on this track for me to just boast a bit? Hark called me up, knew that I could f**in' spit Little did he know I was feeling crazy, spastic fit