Presidential MC

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Yeah, uh, heh, heh
 That's Shadowboxing
 Yo
 It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas
 Leave you a**** out, passed out, it's cold
 Pack your h*** u*, blow your back out
 You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
 Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
 See that c***** and that h*** out garbage day tomorrow
 And I have yet to take that trash out or emptied this cigar
 RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job
 It ain't nothing like the French say, "Che sera sera"
 So let's move on until the day we laying in the casket
 With them suits on and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
 Been too strong for too long, I'll probably die
 With my boots on and on my way to cash a c****** coupon
 You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
 The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
 Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
 Where the truth aim, flying out the mouth
 Of flying rappers there it is
 Now ask yourself is this for real? it can't be
 My n****, if it ain't for real, it ain't me
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 Now ask yourself why is he so low key?
 Why, is n****z pimpin' when the game chose me
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 Yo, b*** 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycle
 Outblew his liver, a river flooded, what's happening?
 It's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug coverage
 This is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggage
 I came, representative huddle, they all love you
 That W, the legacy of little n****z muggin' you
 The f***, what's up with you, yo, you suck, n****
 Benches used to pluck n****z, we be on the roof, like "f*** you"
 Them r** b**** is coming, losers, got to walk the plank
 Users with U**'s on 'em, you move, you getting spanked
 Shank broilers banked, alcoholics ranked ballers
 They should call us, I rock mad ice like a walrus
 The lam esters decided to lure us, we was up in Freedom town
 Getting w*****, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack
 And explore d***, y** c*** f*** with all of us
 One of us dropped, there's twenty more of us
 Now ask yourself is this for real? it can't be
 My n****, if it ain't for real, it ain't me
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 Now ask yourself why is he so low key?
 Why is n****z pimpin' when the game chose me
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 P*** c*** like tangerines, you shook like tambourines
 Then jet from the set in the all black Lamborghin'
 Nobody seen me, b**** in a tini red bikini
 N****z saw her because they thought they saw a genie
 Heidi Klum, p*** juicy, fat as a plum
 Picture on the wall in jail, n****z jerk til they c***
 God gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of darts
 Make your squad, throw tantrums
 Practice Kamasutra on broads, pop b**s
 Leave birds with permanent scars and s*** like birthmarks
 Digi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs
 Blow California c****** to despise the smog
 This s*** I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing
 Got fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherf***ers not caring
 Then move through your community with diplomat immunity
 Move to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry
 Now ask yourself is this for real? it can't be
 My n****, if it ain't for real, it ain't me
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 Now ask yourself why is he so low key?
 Why is n****z pimpin' when the game chose me
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
 I elect myself as presidential M.C.
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Duration
04:30
Key
11
Tempo
81 BPM

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