JAY-Z
Deceased Leaders
[Intro]
Ah hah hah...man

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna know how I thrive so long
I focus moving forward (Ford), my drive so strong
I hear all your songs, the arrow looks too nice
I lie now? I just just futureproof when I write (heh)
Who's the best host with the best flow?
I got the crowd jumping
And you got them like vegetables
Going plum crazy, you ain't nuts in the booth
I'm wine past the brim: You barely raising (raisin) the roof
Wherever you got your skill, you should reorder
Hearing change in your speakers like I'm shaking quarters
Dimes see me as a penny, mentally I'm a hundred
'Bout to boom like nickel: Just watch how I run it
All sorts of wordplay? I keep them on me
Not polyamorous, but y'all sleeping on me
Used to believe there was no Heaven, or no Hell
But there is a God: I needed to believe in myself
No hook, keep going
Keanu Reeves in '94, no signs of slowing
Unless y'all want me to do the twelfth line
Seems like they forgot I been clever
Since the Queen was alive
I'm being honest? I need a different type of esteem
Like you'd be lucky if I even thought about you in your dreams
My giraffe neck extrudes, but I still spit better
And I still got a way with words like I'm far with Webster
[Interlude]
Deceased leaders
This is deceased leaders
Ah hah hah...yee yee

[Verse 2]
Y'all the king of eating MCs? No, y'all just Ronald
Stay too ahead with the prowess baby: Overmorrow
Y'all really do too much to get the numbers up
While I'm Christian: I just speak my word and get followed
But since we talking 'bout names, you tryna see some magic?
We got space left, alternate and do the math quick
Christian is nine, and JASCR is five
Subtract them numbers and what four letter match fits?
I'm that sick, but track this
This right here is just the practice
Ain't no one as cold as me in my address
Never let the illness fool you, I get spastic
Won't stop 'till my springs die out: Broken mattress
In fact, this is really me just getting ready
A warm up of sorts because the next album is deadly
Had to take a look at my discog, needed more bangers
If this is how I write with the block, oh, y'all in danger
Like the reverse of amazing, great and fine
My discog is going raisin, grape to wine
I need to suck it up, buttercup, yeah, I started rotten
But I'm bubbling up and now I'm starting to blossom and
All I really am is just a kid from the 'burbs
Having fun, blurting verbs that sound absurd
And you know my real name so I bless these words
Acrophobia's done when I peak with my third