Presidential MC

[Intro: Method Man & Kung-Fu Samples] [*Kung fu fighting*] Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!) Yo... [Verse 1: Method Man] It's that blacked out, spazzed out, G-String divas Leave your ass out, passed out It's cold – pack your heater, blow your back out your bad mouth Make 'em all believers Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either See that cheeba and that hash out (Garbage day tomorrow) And I have yet to take that trash out, and empty this cigar RZA Ra, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job It ain't nothing, like the French say, "que 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 with my boots on And on my way to cash a coochie coupon You know I'm proper, don't let them boys confuse you The fact is Meth come 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... [Chorus: Method Man] Now, ask yourself, is this for real? It can't be My nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I, elect myself as presidential MC I, elect myself as presidential MC Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key? Why is niggas pimpin' when the game chose me? I, elect myself as presidential MC I, elect myself as presidential MC [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycle Out blew 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 I came, representative huddle, they all love you That W, the legacy of little niggas muggin' you The fuck, what's up with you? Yo, you suck, nigga Benches used to pluck niggas, we be on the roof, like "fuck you" Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plank Users, with Uzi'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 lamesters decided to lure us We was up in Freedomtown, getting weeded, one Bentley tour bus You might like the mack and explore dust You can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us [Chorus: Method Man] Now, ask yourself, is this for real? It can't be My nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I, elect myself as presidential MC I, elect myself as presidential MC Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key? Why is niggas pimpin' when the game chose me? I, elect myself as presidential MC I, elect myself as presidential MC [Verse 3: RZA] Peel caps like tangerines, you shook, shake like tambourines Then, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin' Nobody seen me, bitch in a teeny red bikini Niggas saw her, because they thought they saw a genie Heidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plum Picture on the wall in jail, niggas jerk 'til they come God gargantuan, large, colossus Bombardment of darts, make your squad throw tantrums Practice Kama Sutra on broads, pop bras Leave birds with permanent scars and shit, like birthmarks Digi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs Blow California chronic to despise the smog This shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing Got fresh Wu-Wear'ing motherfuckers not caring Then move through your community, with diplomat immunity Move to rep a two or G, shine like fine jewelry [Chorus: Method Man] Now, ask yourself, is this for real? It can't be My nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I, elect myself as presidential MC I, elect myself as presidential MC Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key? Why is niggas pimpin' when the game chose me? I, elect myself as presidential MC I, elect myself as presidential MC [Outro: kung fu sample & Method Man] The Shadow Sword... Uh, hahaha The Shadow Sword...