A.P. - Dead Presidents Remix Feat. Mary J. Blige

[Verse 1 (A.P.)]

How to begin this on my second time around, remixing the sound
Making originals look like clowns
No disrespect to Jay-Z I'm tryna live your glory
But the industry has molded so this song captures a different story
I envy the day my music will get played
With them 6 digit checks
And no need for government aid
I've been writing all these lyrics since my days in 6th grade
Hoping that my hard work pays off and I get paid
Check it, off like a checklist
None of yall will forget this
I'm the best rapper you know that hasn't yet been selected,
If we were candidates then id be winnin this election
That's a subliminal diss I'm too lazy to go direct it
There's a reason why I tell you that I'm fly
Cause you rappers carcasses and I'm a vulture in the sky
I'm the truth up in the booth and you people living a lie
You dress in disguise
Your exposed don't even act surprised

[Hook (Mary J Blige)]

[Verse 2]

Chillin back and relaxin my flows attackin
I'm dedicated and all you other rappers are just slackin
Taken lyrics from your predecessors
Tryna get your cheddar better,
Now your time is over bouta put you on the stretcher LOOK
Go head and grab your glasses
Bouta burn this crowd to ashes
Screw the local fame, I'm appealing to the masses,
My reactions satisfaction
If you got my music blastin
When your drivin round the city and I hear it when your passin
You don't believe the fact that I do it for real
This is how I feel, making sure my family can afford a meal
So I'm a soldier
Tryna be rich when I'm older
They say knowledge comes with age I'm already as smart as Yoda
Check my quota
Cause I'm doing big things
I'm intelligent as Edision now I'm going for bling
I got the crown on my head but I am yet to be a king
This flows finito, now let my girl Mary j sing

[Hook(Mary J Blige)]