Presidential Mc Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

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 

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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 

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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. 

The Shadow Sword 

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