El Presidente lyrics

Artist  : Dj Honda 
Song : El Presidente



 Send "El Presidente" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Jeru the Damaja







[Intro]



(scratching)



It's the old sama



Of the commie sama



With the Ichiban DJ



King of the Iron Fist



We nasty at this







[Jeru]



Jeru the Damaja, DJ Honda, unorthodox



Off beat style, Musashi style



Lyrical swordplay



And it goes like this, check it







[Verse One]



Black Castro up on me, Fidel Negro



King terrific can't be hit



You're wastin' time, spendin' ammo



Scientists balance pol-ar



Digital mic throw chips in your moolah



Hardcore nucle-ar



Ain't the devil happy? Har-har



Rich rap star keep the sol-ar manifestation



And the stars succeed to the sun in this
mathematical equation



Police still on my dick like an invasion



Lock me up, snatch up the transportation



Went to in New York, South Pacific migration



Wack emcee's watch this nigga's frustration



Believe me when I tell you that I dictate the mic
like Fidel does his nation



Keep it flowin' like libation



Big heads the perfect for decapitation



Cook rhymes 'till they el dente



Lock down the mic like El Presidente







[Chorus]



(scratches by DJ Honda)



+Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+







[Verse Two]



Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal



Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like
wooly mammals



Smokin' shit like Joe Camel



Fatally inhale



Double-0-seven but you still got tail



Q's scrambling device must have failed



Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies



Deception, military prowess



Fat bitches, tours, and microphone powers



Chemical warfare and mortar showers



Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin
Towers



Poison miles for enemies or whoever devours



Holdin' shit down until the last hours







[Chorus]



(scratches by DJ Honda)



+Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+







El Presidente



Fidel Negro



DJ Honda



Black Castro



Musashi be doin' it like that



Lyrical sword style, you know what I'm sayin'?



Puttin' all emcees out on they back



Can't handle it



You don't know it hits you 'till it hits you



That's it



We done, finished



Peace