From Inauguration Day CD
hiphop
rap
jayz
biggie
tupac
sick
flow
lloyd banks
fabolous
Story behind the song
Album - Inauguration Day by Def Presidents
Lyrics Written By - Tommy Gun
Instrumental - JC Beats Productions
Lyrics
Verse 1
Im sick of hearin lame tracks every time I lay back
Listenin to same crap, yo how can I say that
Maybe I spit the truth
All your fruity gay raps, yo I split the fruits
You better bring your whole crew and your pistols too
But really what the hell is that shit gon do
When yall resemble Colin Farrells on phone booth
Beef squashed, have yall cravin new meat, tofu
Yo this shit is old news, but Ive gotta show you
Once more what these rappers go through
Theyve got connections so they feedin off em
Only make hits talkin about weed and flossin
Yo I represent whats about to leave the coffin
Real rap, real cat, Im speeding off with
High speed, find me in lyrical libaries
Contemplatin what Im sayin, Im one of the dyin breed
Chorus
Im reppin Def Presidents AKA best of mens (yeah)
Resume says to win, so we blazin the win- (what?)
-dows open, room stays smokin (uh)
Make room for your man whos been focused
Im reppin Def Presidents AKA best of mens (uh huh)
Resume says to win, so we blazin the win- (what?)
-dows open, room stays smokin (yeah)
Make room for your man whos been focused
Verse 2
Some cats be up in this shit a long time but remain the same
Their futures stayin plain but still moneys bein obtained
Cuz they in the right gang
Of grimey businessmen to give them the right change
How can a newbie like me learn
When you cant even explain the game
Though you got chains that hang down to your dick
I think that you changed the game
But Ima change it back and Ima remain my claim
Gun powder down my throat and its aimed to bang
Soon as I open up, smokin up, same as caine
Pleasure is pleasure and pain is pain
Those things never go together unless your layed or insane
All you fans out there, got a message to bring
One thing Ima mention, you should notice my name
Tommy Gun, look at how I focus my aim
Load, click, pop, reload, Im a machine
Chorus
Verse 3
Go against me and you fake, you annihilated
Leave yall wide eyed with hollow faces
Lookin scared to death, you can hear his breath
I pose a threat thats even greater than cancer deaths
Leave you with your eyes all cut up and bruised
Have ya eyes squint like we was brothers too
What you call us? Must have us the fuck confused
Dead Prezidents... nah thats another crew
Most mainstreams suck, be stressin my ear drums
Bump 2Pac, Im obsessed with them earphones
Played hot shit, should make it an heirloom
And pass it down but for now here I come
Anyone, they can feel when I come, feel the spirit, it runs
Through my heart, brain, my ears and my lungs
So are you fake or real, ask the mirror, it comes
And if you fake then you aint gotta stare at it long
Chorus