Method Man - Presidential Mc lyrics

rate me

Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!)

Yo...

It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas

Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold

Pack your heat up, 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 cheeba and that hash 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 coochie 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, nigga, 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 niggaz pimpin' when the game chose me

I, elect myself as presidential M.C.

I, elect myself as presidential M.C.

Yo, blew '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 niggaz muggin' you

The fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, nigga

Benches used to pluck niggaz, we be on the roof, like "fuck you"

Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plank

Users, with uzi'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 lamesters decided to lure us, we was up in Freedomtown

Getting weeded, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack and explore dust

You can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us

Peel caps like tangerines, you shook/shake like tamberines

Then, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin'

Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikini

Niggaz saw her, because they thought they saw a genie

Heidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plum

Picture on the wall in jail, niggaz jerk til they come

God gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of darts

Make your squad, throw tantrums

Practice karma sutra on broads, pop bra's

Leave birds with permanent scars, and shit like birthmarks

Digi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs

Blow California chronic to despise the smog

This shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing

Got fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherfuckers not caring

Then move through your community, with diplomat immunity

Move to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry

The Shadow Sword... Shadow Sword...