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The Presidents of the United States of America: II (The Presidents of the United States of America) · The Presidents of the United States of America [3 Song Bonus CD] (The Presidents of the United States of America) · Dead Presidents (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dead Presidents (Jay-Z) · Presidents of the United States of America: II [Sony Mid-Price] (The Presidents of the United States of America) · The Presidents of the United States of America (The Presidents of the United States of America) · Dead Presidents, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Presidents of the United States of America: Ten Year Super Bonus Special Anniversar (The Presidents of the United States of America) · Presidents of America (Rock Daddy Rock) · The Presidents of the United States of America (The Presidents of the United States of America) – and 90 other albums »


firing a Stinger Missile
The Pilot and all passengers are unaccounted for
The President's whereabouts are presently unknown
And he is presumed missing
Wreckonize, all my MIA

[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means,
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
her skin -- 
A life giving river -- 
Her body open as will his hand 
And with a "goodbye" there she goes

She may betray all that she loves
up upon my shelf

Playing hangman 'til the morning light
Doing donuts on the neighbors lawn
Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again
the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."

"And I say segregation now"

"What we have foremost in common is their enemy."
Wreckonize, all my MIA

[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means,
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. 
Click tight, for life, family ties. 
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga. 
All for
be the head of your president 

All you fess that made a check to throwdown 

Will rise up for a political showdown 



Chorus 



(King
over there!
Women all over, cross the USA
Got spoiled to death in the hammerhead way
President went to Congress, here's what he said:
"Gentlemen, our
ain't the president
Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
I knew my reality was clearly defined
By the fences put up around my mind
I watched them thicken into walls over time
Taller than any borderline

I
me 

lyrically bionically you're panicked be	 

You end up in the ?  as I begat 

Fertilizin your chrome  dome boils sore medicated 

All flows
the platinum Daytons
I'm not that BG popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin' your buildin'
No
winds in my circumference
Words spin through time warps and worlds begin
Can't touch the style I scrape off skin with sharp senses
Don't underestimate
my pants
Whippin’ dropheads hardtops fit to sell Maybach’s
Maserati’s, Ferrari’s, that money I don’t play by
Presidents stop me, imagine if I stay
thinking all this is worth my while
With my head in the clouds screaming loud

[Chorus x2] 
I got a love Jones, for your body and your skin tone
Five
and we roll thick
We represent that tru click x4

[mia x]
Now your better off chasing waterfalls
Cause y'all ain't even much tryin to fuck around at all
deserve it all
Only one way to love yourself

I could have bowed my head
I could have given in
I could have bought a needle
And pushed it to my skin
a mahogany Benz, I want lottery ends
I want property, friends, plus my hobby is skins
If I get sloppy and sin, then my prophesy ends
But the God'll begin,
York City, front on this
Calley, front on this
I dare you to...

Yo, a lot of rappers all pretend to be hard
Then they bitch when I mash up their memory
This song right here, 
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
the fire by now
We in a hurry burn

I will approach
All my skin to Latin yours calor
I will feel to you therefore will feel to you
The history is this