Dead Presidents [Chamber Version]

Lyrics

[Hook: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead (fuckin') presidents to represent me [Verse One - JC Assassin] I rap and wrap you in saran ceramic, dynamic Chilling in my motherfucking hammock Views from the 6 and the view's panoramic Aerodynamic, flow like water in the Titanic Fuck you if you offended, it was intended Splendid, thunderstruck shit, it's recommended I attack appendix, pistol packing the 10-inch Slack of a knickknack I turn a Mac into Hendrix Extended, better yet expanded they demanded Wrapped in bandage, cancerous rappers on a canvas Matrix, back to basics, back to graces Back to back famous, graveyard grace the patience Betty Crocker cake mix, still make bricks Eclipse, spending money on that fish and chips And by fish and chips I mean pussy and poker People look at you strange when you was born like Bram Stoker Mediocre, there can only be one crown Only be one down, gun down at sundown Feel like Wu on the 36 Chambers 36 dangers, aiming 36 9's at the strangers Park rangers out to find my boo-boo, no Yogi They know me, regardless if you ain't an OG Go OD, in the OC, oh my I'm so fly, they have me posted with a magpie It's evident, that you irrevelant It's elegant, you fucks transferring the celebrants This is the new shit, the new testament I'm rather intelligent when it comes to dead presidents [Hook: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead (fuckin') presidents to represent me [Verse Two - Jay Z] While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates Same crime, bigger trial, Your Honor suck a dick Let me live out my dreams, until my heart give out Devour cream, you know exactly what this is about Fuck y'all mean, handlin' since a teen Like LeBron or Sebastian, high school graduates Straight to the league, I ain't waitin' for my knee to blow Yesterday I was needin' this dough Get it? I was kneadin' this dough Long as your math is fast if your readin' is slow Yo, my life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine till the dough hit 'er Then told me that the Mo' did it And now it's Kosher, shit is so Hasidic I blow a digit on the diamond at San Tropé visits And won't miss it, so don't twist it Shawn is just as nice more wrists than '96 bitch [Hook: Nas] I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead (fuckin') presidents to represent me