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Fly, Fly, Fly (Lonesome Redwing) · Fly Robin Fly [Unidisc] (The Silver Convention) · Fly, Little White Dove, Fly (The Bells) · Fly/I Believe I Can Fly (Glee) · Fly Birdie Fly '39-41 (Roy Acuff) · Fly, Robin Fly [SRI] (The Silver Convention) · Blue Note Trip 8: Swing Low Fly High (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fly High (The Prince Of) (Toshihiko Matsunaga) · Fly High (ThunderBeat) · Fly High (Me & My) – and 90 other albums »


Oh, Mr President!

Get a tie, get a suit and tie guy
He work me from 9-5
Come home make me go na-night
Got me so high I'm seeing sky
Big man he
place yourself high above us
Mr. President, have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
We
may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
Was it worth the cost? 
 Did we really take the high ground or have we lost all the moral battles, did we lose the war? 
 Mr President I need to know
Eeny meeny miney mo
Catch your troubles by the toe
If it hollers let it go
Let it fly away
Eeny meeny miney mo
It's the saying high and low
for this
People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us
Mr. President I assume it was negligence
The streets upside down, I'm here to represent
Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved 

Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive
Swing a mack to be live  cart ack to get high
the don
Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains
Building to be born
? is on the track
Check em check

Strange Times
Everybody got their get high
their get high (Oh my)
Their get right, their get nice, they get by (Oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
our future with our kids in it
every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
soon we'll be rappin for Saudi Arabia

Dear Mr. President
the world
to the horizon

Wide eyed, new ground
Humbled by my new surroundings

I am a citizen of the planet
My president is Guan Yin
My frontier is on an airplane
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
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,
friend, we're one.

Baby, it's funny how I can feel so sunny?
When you're beside me, we can fly! 

Oh, we can fly!

Hey, Mr. Wind, just keep us
. president
What you doing for my residence?
Yo mr. minister
Why you being sinister?
Yo yo mr. president
What you doing for my residence?
Yo mr. minister
Why
that's the code that we live
By die by so now they don't sit high when I ride by
And BMU the Only niggas that I ride for 'til my eyes close nigga

I
the times it, and multiply by six

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Queda through my speech
Let the president
keep your dome up in the sky
Listen to Paul Wall and Chef Fly (get high)

[Chorus]

Dear Mr. President, have you seen FEMA?
Have you seen the Lord
Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea
Teaches history at High Worthington School
His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain
the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach
the times it, and multiply by six

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Queda through my speech
Let the president
the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high!

Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold
(And rollerskates)

Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go, hit his
wig, said, "How do I look?"
I's high flyin', bare naked, out the window

Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't