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Deceased PMs
- Pockets full of dinero, mind like a Pharaoh
- Wine poured from my eye sockets, impaired flow
- Cuz my style is toxic, my rhymes like a locksmith
- Access to any words, call me the lexiconist
- The “let’s be honest, Kalli is really on this”
- Pay respects, paper cheques, check my pontiff
- From belief, to none, to belief like Pocahontas
- My conscienceless peers cant understand my life
- My concepts I steer can make a man escape trife
- I come from the land of the living and damned
- The sinning and the nuns, the sitting of the ducks
- From preachers swimmin’ in pools not giving a fuck
- It’s the life I want, care free, let my hair soak the breeze
- Let my breath smoke the trees, sit back and relax
- Like The Mack, verbal attack on your own wax
- I’m a hurdle you’ll never jump over, facts
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- I play poker with my fam, bet big bands
- Let pigs scram, we don’t mess with shams
- Either your real or you ain’t, AI or the paint
- The artist or the exploiters, the voyagers or those who stay
- Ones who roam streets but got nothing to say
- We used to always talk in the back of the class
- Now they congratulate me for talking fast
- Spitting on tracks, it’s funny the way the shot roll
- Its colossal, making nacho cheese, I’m Castro
- You ain’t Spilotro, you a rip off Fat Joe
- You tryna curve me, I’ll straight you like hot combs
- You can’t stop the prophet, don’t do this for profits
- You think I do, but you don’t know why I rock this
- Even if I didn’t get attention I’d still be penning
- Cuz I love it to much to just put it down grinning
- Send your crew to kill me, that’s the only way I’ll stop
- Sending these fatal shots at you fable thots
- Making labels rot when I speak this Tariq Trott’
- Fix your grill, get plaques and cheese, and chill
- Get hash and take heed, make seeds for real
- Get ill like me, end up like the verses I tote
- Spitting renditions of that Murder I Wrote
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- The USSR spitting the best depth of bars
- The country wide star, flying above the clouds
- Rest it peace Guru, the truest poet ever crowned
- Step in my arena, I’ll greet you with my heater
- It’s a daily operation, lately I’m off to racing
- For the finish line, appealing to the masses
- Concealing the cashes like Muhammad magic
- This the moment of truth, will politicians speak truth
- Will the owners of morality finally see the need to
- Speak wisdom to one of the best yet
- I don’t digress, I still say fuck the whole congress
- My bombed stress is gone through smoked sess
- No death will reap me soon, I’ll stay clean like spoons
- Flee like vroom, build my empire on the room
- Sky is the limit, I push high risers and soon
- You’ll understand why I’m the best to ever do
- Boom
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- I’m out for Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
- Deceased Prime Ministers to represent me
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