Dead Presidents

I wrote this shit On some hopeless shit Hoping I can get A piece of a pie The devils in U N I T Y I C Y the leaves fly And hit the pav-ment Afraid to get back up embracing it Studio beats I'm lacing that shit Moment of silence for my Nikkas stuck violence I know times can be the wildest Not about what's in yo wallet It's all about what's yo heart To the point where you at now Back to the time when you hit start Then you hear a sudden beat That cause the of movement of yo feet That's what i call HIP HOP The feelings N U N I And no that feeling won't stop But you can try if want And I guarantee you get lost In a maze and dazed for days Questioning yourself How come i act in foolish ways? I gotta learn to behave Or its gone be a price to pay To the G I call G O D Why R A P guys Thinking that they Bruce Li with the knee fly's Shit The potency I know the Holy Ghost can see the glow in Me Provoking me with strokes of the Lyrical docity Any MC approaching me Prepared to see defeat Prepared da heat Shit Soon as I heard the beat I murdered beat Emergency Somebody close curtains please Cynical, spiritual, lyrical Hitting you and Putting a end to you Shit Never was friends with you Just splitting the ends with you Gimme the loot Gimme the loot K A Y - Demand prices Over them green bucks I'm wishing nikkas Good luck I run it up Then I invest in the rest into these Instrumentals Far is my mental Partly suspenseful Don't need credentials Spit rhymes subliminal A smooth criminal I'm a make a million dollas off a rap dream Feeling heaven sent Counting dead presidents