Stokely - Dead Presidents (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook - Nas]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

[Verse 1]
They begging for the real
I keep a hundred, man I've been frank
These niggas been fake
A bunch of lames from the template
My mind stay sensei
Flow off the hook, my lines be busy
Ain't these other rappers
I need more than magazines to vibe with me
I need the people, they minds clouded by evils
Rather have your dollar
Than your approval of what they feed you
The game's feeble, escaping death on pens and needles
My pen's an eagle over Sahara sands, this shit is lethal
And aimed at these posers like a Nikon, I see you in my scope
Mercy? No this game got me cold like missed freethrows
Got em dreading they future Ms. Cleo
For the record my reign coming, that's weather channel TiVo
Out for presidents to be my ambassador, never had enough
Cash growing up, so I'm a savage for the bucks
Always on my hustle homie, not even half of this is luck
Got your favorite rapper packing his lunch, schooling these niggas
Who'd even mention the dopest and not utter my name
I'm working magic for these streets, nigga no David Blaine
Me and Pac ain't the same, me and Hov ain't the same
I want to be better and I'll die before I let that goal come second to cheddar
Never, I came to shock the world I'm Nikola Tesla
These rappers be selling they soul to the highest investor
Ain't talking Illuminati, nigga don't be foolish
Promise to always give you me and yall can hold me to it

[Hook - Nas]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

[Verse 2]
I spit them battle raps, like war wounds and trench foot
If we talking efficiency, I harpoon and you fishhook
Bitch nigga had mad me mistook for some type of rookie get cooked
Like taxes if you underestimate your ass will get booked
That's so IRS, never, stay on my grind
They way I flip these lyrics like a trippy peyote high
It's chiefly to take your brain on the craziest ride
No cosmetics but I made up my mind, I'm taking the shine
Like an eclipse with 16 clips or more
And I relinquish a sequence of pure raw
I'm a faucet in the darkness of the desert where they lost at
Just trying to get ahead like a lost hat, they don't want that
Don't trust nobody so I let them fall back
Chief Wahoo on my ball cap, Am I a hypocrite for rocking this shit
Redskin on the logo but it ain't no Washington shit
Claiming our slice of American Pie, Now we got Washington pissed
I prosper, I'll let you prosper, My flow is beyond the proper
Ganda, The standard got flipped, As soon as I came I conquered
And damaged the status quo up, This shit ain't for show bruh
So I'm living like I'm dying tomorrow with no buried sorrows
Trying to make some leaders up out of these followers
Claiming they deep, when I spit it it's hollower, leaving em powerless
Like they just showered I'm giving apparel to cover the cowardice
Like a Camaro disguised as robotics, yall got it all backwards,
I'm clearing the nonsense, while clearing my conscience and giving deposits
For all of my niggas that's reppin the Common
Ave, Nigga!