J. Cole - Dead Presidents II Lyrics

Jay Z's Dead Presidents is such a classic that people find it hard to admit that Cole went harder :X

Logic DP3 is the best

@Brennan It would but i hate that it's not the real Dead Presidents 2 beat.

Salion Yoda the beat is still fire tho

I’m a rapper from Taiwan
This is my Dead President remix.
🙏🙏
https://youtu.be/bx_E1qn5yaY

Dope lyrics but bobby killed the beat.

Rockstar should have put this song on GTA 5

I still remember 2011 listen to this like a struck a goldmine

he put it down harder then anyone else on that track, bold, fortune favors that

I love J. Cole 💜💜

Hov n Cole so similar

The problem is with Cole's DP is he's too aggressive on this really wintertime, chill beat. Sometimes he goes off beat, but that's okay because it's a pretty strange tempo and beat, not slow but not fast

It's ch.illmatic mostly east coast thing but some dudes like to be slightly before the beat

Coldest Jcole song alive

Jay is jus so smooth.....that flow doe. Sorry.

Cole
Nas
Jay-Z

This dude been nice

This was fire. He rapped all of the place like Jay Z did in the original.

Cole and Logic murdered this beat... fair play to my generation's idols!!!

I showed my friends this song back in 2010 and they was calling him trash but now he's all of their favorite rapper ..!

He owned this track!

Aldin XIII jay z

2019 ??

Still here in 2019. One of the j.coles best. The most inspirational

@Vincent Callo
Done know 😤🔥🔥🔥

2019 ?
Cole can spit so don't act like his new to rap😕

Sparta Lee facts

🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥 🔥🔥 🔥

Who else listening in 2019??

Jayz was just more smooth

Here in 2019

2019 🎧

“Try not to call them ladies B’s but them hoes swarmin, now honey” 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Logics version was the best

His was weak tbh

Had to come back here after I heard Meek Mill sample it just to confirm that Cole did it better.

berna11 nah meek went in too hard on his one🔥

what’s the meek song called?

Fr3shTiger respect the game

Fr3shTiger "respect the game"

Did the math if he were so high that he fell for 11 minutes he would be around 34-36 km above sea level or roughly 1/3 of the way to space.


Edit: Very rough estimate, forgot to take into account drag at differing levels of altitude.

you would need his weight to calculate this no?

@Prince you smart

@Prince no, the weight of an object surprisingly does not effect how gravity effects it. This is demonstrated in a cool way on the Apollo 15 Hammer and Feather experiment where a hammer and a feather fall at the same speed on the moon which lacks an atmosphere.

@Zodiac Killa thanks a ton man!

Thats pretty cool ngl

am i a bandwagon

Nah you a real one

“I’m in uh league of my own SO WHAT THE FUCK WOULD I PLAY FOR?!?!”

9 people hatin

U GOTTA COME HARDER THAN THAT SAAAN.

brightthefrightroblox I’m looking for that original!!

Lil nigga from ville that real niggas can feel

Nas and jayz > jcole version

Bruh obviously.

The nas version wasn't nothing but the World is your lyrics over this beat... so.. yeahh... buy he still the truth



 

"Dead Presidents II" lyrics

J. Cole Lyrics

"Dead Presidents II"

[Verse 1:]
Yea Fayettenam
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these hoes ? wanna text-us like Waco
It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress
I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow
Or you catapult
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

[Chorus:]
(I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!)
I out or president to represent me, yea!
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me! The warm up!
Yea, the warm up! yea the warm up
(This is, the warm up!)

[Verse 2:]
Ay, look heaven or hell you choose
Freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it!

[Repeat Chorus:]

I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!
Dead fucking presidents to represent me!
The warm up!
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up! yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!, Carolina all day!
Yea!





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Writer(s): Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis, Lonnie Liston Smith, Nasir Jones, Shawn Carter 

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mixtape: "The Warm Up" (2009)

Welcome
Can I Live
Grown Simba
Just To Get By
Lights Please
Dead Presidents II
I Get Up
World Is Empty
Dreams
Royal Flush
Dollar And A Dream II
Water Break (Interlude)
Heartache
Get Away
Knock Knock
Ladies
Til' Infinity
The Badness
Hold It Down
Last Call
Losing My Balance[Bonus Track]

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"Dead Presidents II" lyrics

J. Cole Lyrics

"Dead Presidents II"

[Verse 1:]
Yea Fayettenam
Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes
So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these hoes ? wanna text-us like Waco
It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for!?
Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in?
These big weight niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress
I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow
Or you catapult
Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

[Chorus:]
(I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!)
I out or president to represent me, yea!
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me! The warm up!
Yea, the warm up! yea the warm up
(This is, the warm up!)

[Verse 2:]
Ay, look heaven or hell you choose
Freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it!

[Repeat Chorus:]

I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!
I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me!
Dead fucking presidents to represent me!
The warm up!
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up! yea yea yea yea the warm up hey!
Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!, Carolina all day!
Yea!





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Writer(s): Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis, Lonnie Liston Smith, Nasir Jones, Shawn Carter 

AZLyrics J J. Cole Lyrics

"The Warm Up" (2009)

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These niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish
My crew is foolless no we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead
Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck
Instead while these dudes beg for head
They got the game twisted
Heavy traffic in this rap shit
Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name
Now these lame niggas could never get it
Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it
Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it
So high if I dropped I would fall for eleven minutes
So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name
It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo
And all these Jose Canseco's wanna text-us like Waco
Its hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate
Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for?
Some next niggas almost slid in but didn't fit in
Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kiddin?
These big wig niggas throwing their bid in
Try not to show stress
I guess the flow is protested like a sit in
I told my niggas we would get in
But that ain't even half the battle
Stay behind like a shadow
Or you catapult
Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope
I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!
[Chorus: Nas (Sampled) & J. Cole]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

[Verse 2]
Heaven or hell, you choose, freedom or jail, you lose
I can't stop, I'm as hot as the devils shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I'm nothing like these ho-like rappers
My whole life practice to be the one
What's it like to be Lebron
They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill
No Foreman, try not to call them ladies bees but them hoes swarmin
Now honey, Aye is it destiny or is it money your feelin
Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million
Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?
Aye five years I'll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these wack niggas rehash and shit
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit
I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I'm tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it
[Pre-Chorus: Nas (Sampled) & J. Cole]
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me

[Chorus: Nas (Sampled) & J. Cole]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

of course tha 2nd was tha best one

3rd is the best

definitely the best version

Allen Shannon no

Lmao probably never heard the original

Original is better

Nah nas yooo

this is dope af,this ain't Jay-Z song no more. here murdered it

Dead Presidents is Coles shit as far as I’m concerned

@kieffxr nah bro this Hov's

You went too far. This song will always be Jay’s shit and a symbol of one of the greatest hip hop albums ever. This was nice though

nahh it's souls of mischief - 93 til infinity

@Prince nah youre thinking of coles other song til infinity. This is Hov's dead prez II which samples Nas's the world is yours

Jcole killed this cuz the mans was saying he didnt kill it in the come up

Great album bro