Mr. President (feat. 3D)

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?

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 ringing shots on blocks

With their clean shave and pin stripe suits?

Bootlegging, whiskey raping black women and having 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 going on?

Knocking me for the words I write

For writing movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

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 resident

Are not President?

Now oh, why you want to 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 doing the dirty work

And laying it on us ****, if you know what I mean

So don't corrupt your own minds, fooling yourself

Trying to lay it on the black man

I'm a young G, trying 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

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

With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions

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

That are still left in there

All the big brothers that are watching

I hope you're listening

'Cause the bad shit you put on criminals

Have made the citizens take control

Now Sergeant hit you, get with you

Let's get back to the issue

Continue dissing my way of living

So a little **** like me gots to go and diss you

This mission hoping that the message that I'm sending

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 thirty 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 **** wear

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

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

That's right, pain

The pain that I feel

Is the pain from shame

The shame that you've caused to  me

For over four hundred  years of protection

The pain that I have within me

The rage that is flaming

Makes me want to 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 maze

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 want to get fat

But try to cut down on the cheese

What you don't realize is that you're

Jerking yourself

Killing your own existence

You're all walking dead men

Who  don't know it

With book sense and street dense

But 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 going 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

That you've whipped me and mine

I still see