Dead Prez

I'm green and inexperienced, dreamin' 'bout that chariots

Stay sparked and trade cards, he know that they be tearing it

On, I'm feeling grown when I spray my cologne

Got a mind of my own, but time's ticking too long

And I got a plan to restore the game

This shit was looking quite critical right before we came

Co and cane flow in that novacane for your open veins

All we need is something medicinal, torch the flame

Third rail skippin' over missin' track

Soundin' like the kicks and claps that filled the gaps for missing tracks

The third kind been real, we just missin' jack

Food for thought, but I tossed the scraps in a doggy bag

Rehearsin' verses in my head, no ipod

Gave my life to ja and still can't find a job

So what I'm grindin' for, to put these new nikes on

Or to hide the scars from the eyes of God

Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens

Big pop and pac, even eazy had 'em leanin'

We all children lookin' for a reason

What do you believe in, betrayal, treason?

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead presidency

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents that represent me

Hey yo, steez, lemme send you a track

I've been a fan for a while and I appreciate you hittin' me back

Cause me and you, we like similar cats, just tryin' to get on the map

And I would love to work with you and jack

But I'm afraid it's not as simple as that

Cause the symphonies and melodies

Haven't been havin' the same chemistry

The disinfect is only addin' on stress

And it's hard for me to live up to what you expect from me

The yellow tape was a warnin' sign

It's hard to cut straight to the chase without a dotted line

And if I made that the bottom line

Then I guess the khan hit rock bottom about a thousand times

Some people like to compromise for the dollar sign, but I had my mind aside

I told jack from the get that I'm a ride or die

And I'd rather die by homicide

Instead of goin' out without a pride

Presidents that represent me up on some g shit

Tryin' to stay afloat so long they got me seasick

It's been a good minute since we kicked it

And I'm still hopin' that you come home for a weekend

So I could kick it like a kid again

I was all constructive like criticism and timbaland

But I remember back in the days

When we was goin' through that torch and excalibur phase