Mr President

[ 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