Bushwick Bill Mr President Lyrics

Mr President Lyrics

[ Bushwick Bill ]



Yes



We're here to talk about those who



Are considered to be an elected official



Who said it was official that when they was elected



That everything that they dealt with had me in mind



As a human being, as a man



But not as a slave or three fifths human



I have the right to bear arms



What makes you think I respect you?







[ VERSE 1: 3D ]



Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me



I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie?



With the white man ringin shots on blocks



With their clean shave and pin strip-suits



Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot



Undercover David Duke, isn't it true



The gangster movement started long before my time



Long before the hair rag, gangster sag



Finger signs and love for nines?



Damn, in your minds and in your hearts



Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?



Knockin me for the words I write



For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone







[ Bushwick Bill ]



Yeah



America



A land that made Christopher Columbus



A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists



Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone



Became President



Isn't it evident



That those who sit in the residence



Are not president?







[ VERSE 2: 3D ]



Now why you wanna try to knock me



Cause I'm black, got a gat



Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface



Think about the way the government wants to hold us back



As a matter of fact



I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene



And everyday they're doin the dirty work



And layin it on us niggas, if you know what I mean



So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself



Tryin to lay it on the black man



I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty



With a gat in my black hand



So white heathen, taken straight out of



The crate of a mouth of a babe



Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started



And the ghetto's what you honkeys made







[ Bushwick Bill ]



That's right, sittin up there in the White House



With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions



Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers



That are still left in there



All the big brothers that are watching



I hope you're listenin



Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control







[ VERSE 3: 3D ]



Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya



Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin



My way of livin, so a little nigga like me



Gots to go and dish ya this mission



Hopin that the message that I'm sendin



Gets through to you and your people



Devil, look at your own dirty past



Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil



If I kill 30 innocent, would you write



A movie about me and spare



My life, or would you lock me up with triple life 



And strap me down in the electric chair?



See, it's not about the sign I throw up



Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear



See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood



Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share







[ Bushwick Bill ]



That's right, pain



The pain that I feel



Is the pain from shame



The shame that you've caused me



For over 400 years of protection



The pain that I have within me



The rage that is flaming



Makes me wanna say the things that I say



Do the things that I do



And let you know



That when you look at me



Or look down at me



Or look across from your side of the world to my side



That what you have failed to realize



Is that you've put me in projects



I realize it was an experiment



So when you put me in jail



I realize I just made it through the millions



I'm just another rat that made my cheese



And you couldn't stand it



But what can all the big cats do



When all the rats wanna get fat



But try to cut down on the cheese



What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself



Killin your own existence



You're all walking dead men, and don't know it



With book sense and street sense



If you had street intelligence



You would really know



That you're one footstep between life and death



That the mouth is a open grave



And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet



Which is a straight shot to the top, right?



And what goes up must come down



That's why it's goin down right now



You can smell the smoke



See the flames



And see the bodies that are left on the ground



Because the flag



Red, white and blue



And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines



I still see