Dead Presidents

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?!