Large Professor - Dead Presidents lyrics

Uh, Wooo, Roc-a-fella y'all But it's not that fella y'all [Verse 1: Benny Boy] It's Dead Presidents that represent Benevolent Being broke's a definite, I'm coming out a deficit People said I better get something to be clever with Picked up a pen and pad, and I've been clever ever since Listen I'm intelligent, my lyrics is my evidence Who you know is better with connecting words and predicates As soon as you let him spit, It's already evident Rapper's about to reach the level, I'm a step ahead of it I'll never get respected if I rip a mic pitiful Sick of struggling and sick of living life miserable Sick of having backyards and unpurchased swimming pools Sick of growing up in an unfurnished living room Sick of being judged as a common street criminal Really want to know me well? Here's a vivid visual I am not typical, I'm original The little fool is a lyrical individual Grip a few microphones and leave conditions critical Even though I'm minimal and all I do is ridicule Take this statement literal, I'll tell you what I'm giving you Here to send the message, but the message ain't subliminal Little dude is miniscule, but he's still an MC I'm Benevolent, and I spit benevolently Smiling to the world if the world is all against me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me, What?!