Lyrics:
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
and now, I'm on top
And I'm rollin' with folks that could never be stopped
And I'm here to let you know this is where I belong
And to you sucker emcees
place, we can do it
Oh, Johnny, no
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we just go through it
the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
up manta rays, unlocked ‘em set ‘em free
I was walking down the street when something caught me by surprise
I accidentally got elected president of all
the strength of our nation, as does President Carter, who I spoke with last night who cannot be with us today, but who we salute for his lifetime of service.
were pointed
At the color of my skin
They kept me from that schoolhouse
Where I'd be by law
And that's what they call justice
In the State of Arkansas
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
shot twice in the head
In Dallas, and they don't know by whom
I dreamed I was the president of these United States
I dreamed I was young and smart
my horn and
I just like forehead take em back home and
To the motherland, where nigga's belong in
All my belongings, my shit was stolen
Release my
the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
Mrs. Lovett: Toby!
Where are you, love?
-[whisper]- “Where is he?”
Nothing's gonna harm you--
Not while I'm around
Sweeney Todd: “Toby?” …
and call yo ppl
And make sure they moving forward
Why war
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
I can't seem to understand
Why you sending off troops
Dear
obfuscates, he dances
And they say I'm a Francophile, at least they know I know where France is
Thomas that's the problem, see, they see Burr as a less
Your Excellentee's, your Mr President
On behalf of Mrs. Kennedy, her children and the parents and sisters of Robert Kennedy, I want
the sky
May God Bless
Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure
The 40 Water call mi "ski" (hey)
The most aggressive
I was raised up where we say "blood"
years
I'm like Mr. Kea from Kenya, I don't care
Fuck this life, I live it's everything or nothing
Hey yo, I need big back passion
But that Jamaican tree
the President
I get my dividends
Up for the regimen
Rock out like Marilyn
My bitch like Marilyn
Dressed off the mannequins
Braided like Anakin
yeah
Gas like it's
and go
Abeg tell me where we dey go, I say
Senator, senator
Make you no dey sleep
Governor, governor
Make you no dey thief
President, president
Make you
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
sam, probably
Undeniably, filled with shame of
Where the States at mr president
You took an Oath on the Bible
By a document that states that
Journalists
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
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