Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Presidente, artist - dj honda. Album song El Presidente, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.08.2012
Record label: dj honda
Song language: English
El Presidente |
| It’s the ol'-sama |
| Of the Commie-sama |
| With the Ichiban DJ |
| King of the Iron Fist |
| We nasty at this |
| Jeru the Damaja, DJ Honda, unorthodox |
| Off beat style, Musashi style |
| Lyrical swordplay |
| And it goes like this, check it |
| 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-ro chips in your mo-lar |
| 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 |
| Winter 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 target for decapitation |
| Cook rhymes 'till they al dente |
| Lock down the mic like El Presidente |
| (scratches by DJ Honda) |
| +Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+ |
| 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 rhymes for enemies or whoever devours |
| Holdin' shit down until the last hours |
| (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 |