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Albums:

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,
be the head of your president 

All you fess that made a check to throwdown 

Will rise up for a political showdown 



Chorus 



(King
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
on my rifle
I'm aiming at my rival, sure to leave him dead on arrival
They say it's all about survival never lacking the vitals
So I kill and kill
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
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
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'
me 

lyrically bionically you're panicked be	 

You end up in the ?  as I begat 

Fertilizin your chrome  dome boils sore medicated 

All flows
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
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 demonstration
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
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
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 demonstration
of liberty y'all

I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
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
'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
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
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,

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