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

 

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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