Dead Presidents

[Various Who samples] 

  [Intro] [Roger Daltry speaking] 
  Whatever happened that day when Keith Moon joined, John, Pete and myself on the stage.  Something happened. 
  There are billions of people on this planet.  What the FUCK put four, TOTAL individuals together, on the stage in Greenfoot to make this music.  What the fuck did that? 

  [Blueprint talking] 
  This is gonna be some shit.  Yeaaaah.  Can't fuck with my patterns man.  You know.  Patterns.  Yeah...right...okay 

  [Verse One] 
  Somebody said mix CDs was the jump off 
  In my ear like you need to get one off 
  The idea stinks, the stench won't come off 
  I got a real album so fuck off 
  Of course I'ma win it up against a bunch of sloths 
  I'm the best period, I never take a month off 
  You was out there comin' lovey-dovey comin' soft 
  I was fuckin' shit up, gettin' my nuts off 
  Even out west, they say that boy raw 
  Cause it's Cold187 in just one bar 
  He's so Ruthless 
  He's so Above The Law 
  Scoop bitches on a mountain bike, no car 
  After that all it take is one call 
  "Mind if I come through rockin' no bra?" 
  High heels and a long black overcoat 
  I don't discriminate girl, come as you are 
  See a chick will give me a piggy pack before I walk 
  See me in a paddy wagon way before I talk 
  Go far without a plane or a sports car 
  No hook from T-Pain or that gun talk 
  So dope though, I feel like a drug czar 
  I'm the writin' on the wall partner, no chalk 
  Rap it up geek 
  It's over for y'all 
  I'm 'bout to put my city on and go the fuck off