EL PRESIDENTE

(scratching)
 It's the old sama
 Of the commie sama
 With the Ichiban DJ
 King of the Iron Fist
 We nasty at this
 Jeru the Damaja, DJ Honda, unorthodox
 Off beat style, Musashi style
 Lyrical swordplay
 And it goes like this, check it
 Black Castro up on me, Fidel Negro
 King terrific can't be hit
 You're wastin' time, spendin' ammo
 Scientists balance pol-ar
 Digital mic-ro chips in your mo-lar
 Hardcore nucle-ar
 Ain't the devil happy? Har-har
 Rich rap star keep the sol-ar manifestation
 And the stars succeed to the sun in this mathematical equation
 Police still on my dick like an invasion
 Lock me up, snatch up the transportation
 Winter in New York, South Pacific migration
 Wack emcee's watch this nigga's frustration
 Believe me when I tell you that I dictate the mic like Fidel does his nation
 Keep it flowin' like libation
 Big heads the perfect target for decapitation
 Cook rhymes 'till they al dente
 Lock down the mic like El Presidente
 (scratches by DJ Honda)
 +Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+
 Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal
 Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like wooly mammals
 Smokin' shit like Joe Camel
 Fatally inhale
 Double-0-seven but you still got tail
 Q's scrambling device must have failed
 Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies
 Deception, military prowess
 Fat bitches, tours, and microphone powers
 Chemical warfare and mortar showers
 Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin Towers
 Poison rhymes for enemies or whoever devours
 Holdin' shit down until the last hours
 (scratches by DJ Honda)
 +Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+
 Fidel Negro
 DJ Honda
 Black Castro
 Musashi be doin' it like that
 Lyrical sword style, you know what I'm sayin'?
 Puttin' all emcees out on they back
 Can't handle it
 You don't know it hits you 'till it hits you
 That's it
 We done, finished
 Peace