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My Presidents Are Black
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
PRGRSHN
PRGRSHN
Programming
Joel Peters
Joel Peters
Programming
Abdala Elamin
Abdala Elamin
Background Vocals
Akin Amusan
Akin Amusan
Choir
Äyanna
Äyanna
Background Vocals
Calum Landau
Calum Landau
Programming
Cherice Voncelle
Cherice Voncelle
Choir
Daniel Arieleno
Daniel Arieleno
Choir
Jack Shepherd
Jack Shepherd
Electric Guitar
James Thompson
James Thompson
Choir
Kieran Briscoe
Kieran Briscoe
Choir
Maleik Loveridge
Maleik Loveridge
Choir
Marco Bernardis
Marco Bernardis
Tenor Saxophone
Naomi Parchment
Naomi Parchment
Choir
Nathaniel Warner
Nathaniel Warner
Choir
Nicholas Brown
Nicholas Brown
Choir
Olivia Williams
Olivia Williams
Choir
Patrick Linton
Patrick Linton
Choir
Paul Lee
Paul Lee
Choir
Renee Fuller
Renee Fuller
Choir
Serena Prince
Serena Prince
Choir
Taneka Duggan
Taneka Duggan
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Songwriter
Ras Kassa Alexander
Ras Kassa Alexander
Songwriter
Daniela Sorensen
Daniela Sorensen
Songwriter
Ebba Lindqvist
Ebba Lindqvist
Songwriter
Elias Kapari
Elias Kapari
Songwriter
Johanna Andrén
Johanna Andrén
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PRGRSHN
PRGRSHN
Producer
Joel Peters
Joel Peters
Recording Engineer
Leandro "Dro" Hidalgo
Leandro "Dro" Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Calum Landau
Calum Landau
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

God in all my flows, heaven in my tracks My kettles all gold, my presidents are Black (bah) See, Jacky on the front lines and Richard's in the back Remember when they told us just to rap? Hmm Over the years, we've been ill advised They told us "Just one at a time", that's the biggest lie A wise man once asked "Who ate all the pies?" And now he's lookin' at me funny, like I took his slice Oh, what a life, if I can't war with no broken man They start worryin', they've got wars to plan, hmm, aight, cool Jigga told me "Crabs in a bucket", I said I overstand So you my brother, you can hold my hand You wouldn't know about the convos that we had to change the rules Didn't know that I would give my arm and leg to help you move Didn't know we're tryna implement our history through the schools You can keep the gems, I give you jewels, aight We are the needle movers, we are the table shakers They gotta move around us, cah nothin' moves without us It can't be you who found us, we don't need you to crown us I had a crown before my song, this is the mountain that I'm on We set up shop, but never closed the shutter I give you all the keys, don't matter if we know each other My brother Enoch told me "Bro, you wasn't known to stutter" So I got rid of it, I'm smoother than some cocoa butter Fluent, you can-, it's the community provider The multiple diss track survivor, glory be to God, Jehovah Jireh How can I retire? The devil is a liar And shout my nigga Dave, 'cause we made it through the fire Should've left me out the politics All I know is feta cheese and dollar chips Niggas went from sellin' weed to scholarships They're billin' me to holler flicks And know they holler flicks to get at me I could be a Beatle if you let it be, I needed you to set me free Woo, I just needed you to let me dream The pressure that I'm under does no favors for my self-esteem I wonder what they tell Rahim Black boy fly, black girl fly, we all fly If you try to rob them for their dreams, of course I'm Gonna put a target on your back, I'm Hawkeye Beg you, leave them yutes alone, this is my war cry Just careful when you fuck around and take the piss That could be my little bro or baby sis Have to make a statement, just in case it is We're products of the place we lived Yeah, we're bustin' all your favorite myths Nowadays, I pull up on my Zadie Smith A master with a pen, skin-tone darker than your skeng Ah, you'd have to pull it up and start again Tell Michael Grove that we got somethin' for your nose And we got champagne bottles for them boys at number ten Oh, we gon' party through the bullshit If you make a point, I'll reinforce it If you take a stand, then we endorse it, that's what we do If we ain't beside you, then we're cheering This is #Merky, this is God engineerin', I swear Woo, this for my niggas who ain't make it to the prem Hope they see the bigger picture when they frame it through their lens I pray my brothers make it in the end To be fair, we never had no olders This for my Kofis and my Adeolas You get the trophies when you plan and focus You're now tuned into my magnum opus They wanna chat me whilst they sat on sofas But I'm Serena for you Sharapovas Win again and win again, like Wimbledon, I serve I promise you, I'm colder than the single that you heard The second one was stressful, but it's simple for my third Holy spirit, guide me to the things that you prefer I'm still the nicest with it Go put some commas on the check and try and 'tice us with it Put some rockets on our back and put some fire in it This a blessing from our king, you can't acquire spirit Hit 'em with the choir spirit, got 'em singing Give me light, give me love 'Cause we've been through the fire, got the strength of a lion, oh Oh, yes, we will, Lord I'm a young Jazzy B, I'm on my soul to soul They're askin' if I sold my soul Tell 'em it's the power of the holy ghost Tell 'em that he guides me on this lonely road So that's why I say For the, the road that you go on now, is what you're pavin' the lane It is this road for all these people to walk And I think that's what's gonna be one of the greats, legacies That, you know, together we're leader, the black English A hundred percent It's that, uh, it's like a full circle, we came all the way around
Writer(s): Elias Kapari, Daniela Sorensen, Ebba Galeen Lindqvist, Johanna Andren, Ras Kassa Alexander, Michael Omari Owuo Junior Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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