George Bush the Button

[Intro: Paddy Chayefsky]

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter

Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposеd to be

We know things are bad - worsе than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms

Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!

[Verse 1: Canibus]

I've got more rhymes than I do time

The lines look like star maps designed by the Dogon tribe

Buck teeth chief soothsayer, King Kamehameha

Rhyme slayer, my face war painted in five layers

Laugh now, die later, cry, your creator won't save you

Camo makeup means the minds made up

Prepare for the impact, brace for the boom

Every grid square is consumed by bombs from an air balloon

I George Bush the button

Fuckin' murder eleven out of a Dirty Dozen and I'm still hunting

These rap niggas kissing ass with Lizards

I can't wait to give you the business, I typewriter tap triggers

Snap bitches like paparazzi snap pictures

Attack the whole hit list for half your listeners

I don't give a fuck what the public wanna buy

That bullshit attract flies, I sanitize

Conceptualised wise sideways-eight rhymes

Since the time Kane flattop rule in '89

So come get some little bum

You got a lot of money, I got a lot of you know what

Fuck the cake, I'ma ration these crumbs

When the time comes I won't even take blood

I got out the Matrix when I was unplugged

The Oracle said, "It will be what it was"

I walk upright but I'm savage and uptight

And this fucked up life is the reason I crush mics

Goals and desires are old and expired

Everything I owned was bankrolled in the fire

DMC knowledge, give Marco Polo the guidance

The saying goes, "No man is an island"

[Chrous: Jay-Z sample]

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it

[Verse 2: Canibus]

My solar empire surrounded by a dire of fire

Meet THC, my rhymes get you higher

Punctuation piranha pariah voice ill like a force field

Looking for Poseidon's pile of dead divers

Popped up, thirty-three miners, inhabitable environment

From Silence that come, violence

In an unbenounced time when you close your eyelids

To become pilots but remember, no man is an island

My squad leader upfront I'm right behind him

He said the eye on the dollar bill tried to blind him

Charge your bolt and get ready for the assault New York

I Am Legend', one man and his horse

Le Droit and Enochian occults get on the radio and won't talk

They won't freestyle either, no support

My thoughts communicate back to base, crystal quartz

I'm the boss, fuck you all and put Polo on the horn

[Chrous: Jay-Z sample]

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button

Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it