Dead Presidents [Chamber Version]

[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