Lirik Lagu Presidential MC - Method Man
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(feat. Raekwon, RZA)
[Intro: (kung fu sample) Method Man][kung fu fighting]Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!)Yo...
[Method Man]It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divasLeave you assed out, passed out, it's coldPack your heat up, blow your back outYou bad mouth, make 'em all believersThrowing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect eitherSee that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow)And I have yet to take that trash out, or emptied this cigarRZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his jobIt ain't nothing, like the French say; "che sera sera"So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casketWith them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warmBeen too strong, for too, long, I'll probably dieWith my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie couponYou know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse youThe fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-HooWu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying DaggersWhere the truth aim, flying out the mouth of flying rappersThere it is...
[Chorus: Method Man]Now, ask yourself, is this for real, it can't beMy, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't meI, elect myself as presidential M.C.I, elect myself as presidential M.C.Now, ask yourself, why is he so low keyWhy, is niggaz pimpin' when the game chose meI, elect myself as presidential M.C.I, elect myself as presidential M.C.
[Raekwon]Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycleOutblew his liver, a river flooded, what's happeningIt's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug coverageThis is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggageI came, representative huddle, they all love youThat W, the legacy of little niggaz muggin' youThe fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, niggaBenches used to pluck niggaz, we be on the roof, like "fuck you"Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plankUsers, with uzi's on 'em, you move, you getting spankedShank broilers banked, alcoholics ranked ballersThey should call us, I rock mad ice like a walrusThe lamesters decided to lure us, we was up in FreedomtownGetting weeded, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack and explore dustYou can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us
[Chorus]
[RZA]Peel caps like tangerines, you shook/shake like tamberinesThen, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin'Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikiniNiggaz saw her, because they thought they saw a genieHeidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plumPicture on the wall in jail, niggaz jerk til they comeGod gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of dartsMake your squad, throw tantrumsPractice karma sutra on broads, pop bra'sLeave birds with permanent scars, and shit like birthmarksDigi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogsBlow California chronic to despise the smogThis shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharingGot fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherfuckers not caringThen move through your community, with diplomat immunityMove to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry
[Chorus]
[Outro: kung fu sample]The Shadow Sword... Shadow Sword...
[Intro: (kung fu sample) Method Man][kung fu fighting]Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!)Yo...
[Method Man]It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divasLeave you assed out, passed out, it's coldPack your heat up, blow your back outYou bad mouth, make 'em all believersThrowing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect eitherSee that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow)And I have yet to take that trash out, or emptied this cigarRZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his jobIt ain't nothing, like the French say; "che sera sera"So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casketWith them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warmBeen too strong, for too, long, I'll probably dieWith my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie couponYou know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse youThe fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-HooWu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying DaggersWhere the truth aim, flying out the mouth of flying rappersThere it is...
[Chorus: Method Man]Now, ask yourself, is this for real, it can't beMy, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't meI, elect myself as presidential M.C.I, elect myself as presidential M.C.Now, ask yourself, why is he so low keyWhy, is niggaz pimpin' when the game chose meI, elect myself as presidential M.C.I, elect myself as presidential M.C.
[Raekwon]Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycleOutblew his liver, a river flooded, what's happeningIt's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug coverageThis is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggageI came, representative huddle, they all love youThat W, the legacy of little niggaz muggin' youThe fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, niggaBenches used to pluck niggaz, we be on the roof, like "fuck you"Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plankUsers, with uzi's on 'em, you move, you getting spankedShank broilers banked, alcoholics ranked ballersThey should call us, I rock mad ice like a walrusThe lamesters decided to lure us, we was up in FreedomtownGetting weeded, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack and explore dustYou can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us
[Chorus]
[RZA]Peel caps like tangerines, you shook/shake like tamberinesThen, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin'Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikiniNiggaz saw her, because they thought they saw a genieHeidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plumPicture on the wall in jail, niggaz jerk til they comeGod gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of dartsMake your squad, throw tantrumsPractice karma sutra on broads, pop bra'sLeave birds with permanent scars, and shit like birthmarksDigi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogsBlow California chronic to despise the smogThis shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharingGot fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherfuckers not caringThen move through your community, with diplomat immunityMove to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry
[Chorus]
[Outro: kung fu sample]The Shadow Sword... Shadow Sword...
