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...