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Kid President

from Rhythm And Poetry by Jet 2

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[Verse 1]
I pick up my life and just go
If I feel inspired and I would rather be just nice with the flow
Instead of being mice in the hole
With my peers peeking outside the peep holes
On my peers, pee on 'em with my pee-hole
Am I serious? Yes.
Mixing business with pleasure and you'll be in this forever
That's longevitiy speaking, that is my driven vendetta
I love moments that no one else seems to notice
That you are working when no one is around you to notice it
That's that golden era of hip-hop
Box yo' ass on the blacktop
When music's at its tip-top shape, I'm like the passlock
Code. I am the blood diamond sitting inside a glassbox
So, you use my soul to propose and you get a "yes, yup, yo"
I'm playing tic-tac toe inside of a hash-tag
Getting tutored to reach my goals by Yehuda Ashlag
You tell me who can stop me, I'm boxing with all my doubts
Guard my dreams, so I box 'em out
Do it calm like in front of a backslash
As if when you get that track
Do you feel it's yo time? Well, then it's magic
If you think that's wack, well then you need practice
Crenshaw is where I go up and down riding to Riloh
Mixed with Nip-S-E-Y- Hussle vocals on one of one I know
Yeah, rest of my life I swore I'd devote it to music
No time to be a cool kid
I'm hot 'cause having writer's block despite my thoughts is stupid
Love is all a fluent flow between rhythm and poetry code
To claim baggage, Borris Kudjoe

[Bridge]
Won't you stick around, 'cause I'ma be here for a while
With questions from a child with a quest for just a smile
Meanwhile a mean mug means coffee don't grow
Out the same ground where a coffin won't go
If you plant a seed of money trees, then it'll grow
Until you pick the stream of leaves and then you watch the fiscal pour
I've been around the globe about a thousand times
The theatre of the mind, we've all seen this before

[Hook]
If they ever ask you how it goes
Tell 'em that it's you
If they ever need a president, don't get confused
That I'ma run for it, run for it, run.
Run for it run for it,
If you feel the pressure's all on you
Tell 'em that it's true
You can never lose, you'll never use no excuse
Run for it, run for it, run
You should wanna be number one

[Verse 2]
Boxing with myself until we come to a conclusion
I force my own confusion, stuck inside my own illusion
I'm greater than my circumstance, and I truly believe
That I allow myself to slump only to cause my own amusement
Now what good is anything if you don't really struggle
The toughest become tough just because they ain't really had it
It's magic 'cause they made it and all they did was imagine
That's how we got music, and that's how we solve puzzles
I be connecting with my source within just questioning
If life is never ending and if not, why am I stressing
'Cause it makes my music better, I can teach myself a lesson
And if you happen to listen and learn something, it's a blessing
Sitting back visualizing times when the Rave was just Magic Johson
Them days were awefully awesome
Imagine riding down Marlton and Martin Luther King with the homies
Promising 'em all you'd get numbers from all of the tenderonies
'Cause we were just young ourselves, we were a band of brodies
We were just searching direction when life was handing bologna
We would just listen to Wayne, that was Los Angeles, homie
We would have been in the game had we just planned on it only
We would have been the famous people we talked about
Shout out to Jetski, Rahim, Jeremy went the NFL route
We were the venerated teachers we've been asking about
We are the numbers that solve problems when the math doesn't count
Times a million memories that will never fade
LIke back in high school when big brother dated Beverly
And I had a crush on Ruqai
But I knew I wasn't as fly
Enough to win homecoming king, so I said why even try
Pardon my opposition, friends with my compeititon
Too short to play quarterback, so that looked like an odd position
For me to be in, but I would run if this was size olypmics
I'm taking a trip to my past, tell me this time I get it

[Hook]

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from Rhythm And Poetry, released May 21, 2015
Written by J. Ihejeto. Produced by Nick Banga. Recorded and mixed by Jet 2 at the Airport Studios.

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“I never let them tell me there are any limits,” says an enthusiastic Jet 2 in an in-house interview. Jet 2 discovered his passion for music at an early age through playing drums with his father Jerri Jheto, and listening to several genres of music growing up. Ultimately, this passion led Jet 2 to become the drum technician for Akon where he continually learned from experiences out on tour. ... more

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