Theodore Martin - Dead Prezidents lyrics

[Verse 1: Theodore Martin] Cause it don't mean nothing If the pen that I raise don't raise minimum wage Or if I don't get pa**ed the maximum hate Cause they pray I never reach the ma**es Or that I hit a ma**ive delay But I hope you soon take a sip of my pain, take a sip of my pain And pa** it around as a lyrical ritual And I hope we all get rich as well Through the midst where we s'pose to slip and fail While walking on earths surface You can feel the mist of hell Is my verses too weird for you to comprehend? Cause your saying I'm not in that 5 percent That's gonna make it big I'll just be a local kid Tryna shift these gears of war fighting against these locust-es So u better switch your focus lens Going against me I must admit that I can make the poles shift And cause earthquakes with a new notification Cause its followed by ma** explosions And mash up all the galaxies But actually- in reality I'm praying to God I get ma** exposure Cause I never got to burn cash like Oprah barely burns calories I'm in a land of pessimist that prays you hit the opposite of excellence And it turns hate once you get the trait of arrogance Talking like "Aye I owe you" But all I hear is vows Like I guess they don't think I know what marriage is?? So therefore, my length of sk** is too complex to measure Do you people want the feeling of: E-pills? Street talk? Thick-who*es?? But all you guys got left is this kid called: Theodore [Verse 2: Theodore Martin] I write this with the pen of a prophet And if it ain't enough to make a profit At least you can see the art of the pen ink drop lets And when I drop this you can say I vomit All this non-sense But it's really a cycle we live in revolving around life's 4 quadrants If rap was a school I would get a full ride scholarship And prolly end up with a doctorate Cause if we gave you penny's for thoughts Me and the legends would have common-cents If u don't get that.. DUDE THAT IS JUST COMMON-SENSE.. By the way I'm feeling like Common-since He dropped "Resurrection" To resurrect this and clean up all the messes Cause these other rappers led a misconception Cause they clearly forgot the essence It was written, man, did you get the message? Lemme refreshen, your memory I'm bench pressing elephants, you bench pressing infants You get curved like @ signs So get the hell up out my mentions Tryna give you food for thought with these raps So what I'm spitting is really nutrition facts (Living in a generation where they never prayed to God They prayed to Gotti And they never prayed to Jesus They prayed to Yeezus God please believe us deep down we believers But it's what they teach us But I'll scream out a prayer if the devil ever got me, uh) I say we rebels of the underground We got the perfect sound and wherever our purpose bounds We mix the perfect verbs with the perfect nouns And leave 1 for your mind: It's crazy how dead people still make the world go round, like... Dead people still make the world go round right?