It Isn't Right

Presidential MC - Method Man (方法人)

Written by：Clifford Smith/Robert Diggs/Corey Woods

Yeah uh heheheh (That's Shadowboxing )

Yo

It's that Blackout spazzed out G-String divas

Leave you assed out passed out it's cold

Pack your heat up blow your back out

You bad mouth make 'em all believers

Throwing rocks from a glass house

Y'all ain't perfect either

See that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow)

And I have yet to take that trash out

Or emptied this cigar

RZA Rah we amped eh Meth is on his job

It ain't nothing

Like the French say; "che sera sera"

So let's move on

Until the day we laying in the casket

With them suits on

And I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm

Been too strong for too long

I'll probably die

With my boots on

And on my way to cash a coochie coupon

You know I'm proper

Don't let them boys confuse you

The fact is Meth

I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo

Wu-Tang welcome to the House of Flying Daggers

Where the truth aim

Flying out the mouth of flying rappers

There it is

Now ask yourself is this for real it can't be

My ni**a if it ain't for real it ain't me

I elect myself as presidential M C

I elect myself as presidential M C

Now ask yourself why is he so low key

Why is niggaz pimpin' when the game chose me

I elect myself as presidential M C

I elect myself as presidential M C

Yo blew 'em and hit 'em

And he went into a spin cycle

Outblew his liver a river flooded

What's happening

It's drugs we wanted

Gloves buttered thug coverage

This is Fila white sneaker

Louis Vitton luggage

I came representative huddle

They all love you

That W the legacy of little niggaz muggin' you

The f**k what's up with you yo you suck ni**a

Benches used to pluck niggaz

We be on the roof like "f**k you"

Them red beams is coming losers

Got to walk the plank

Users with uzi's on 'em you move

You getting spanked

Shank broilers banked

Alcoholics ranked ballers

They should call us

I rock mad ice like a walrus

The lamesters decided to lure us

We was up in Freedomtown

Getting weeded one Bentley tour bus

You might like the mack and explore dust

You can't f**k with all of us one of us dropped

There's twenty more of us

Now ask yourself is this for real it can't be

My ni**a if it ain't for real it ain't me

I elect myself as presidential M C

I elect myself as presidential M C

Now ask yourself why is he so low key

Why is niggaz pimpin' when the game chose me

I elect myself as presidential M C

I elect myself as presidential M C

Peel caps like tangerines

You shook/shake like tamberines

Then jet from the set

In the all black Lamborghin'

Nobody seen me

B**ch in a tini red bikini

Niggaz saw her

Because they thought they saw a genie

Heidi Klum p**sy juicy fat as a plum

Picture on the wall in jail

Niggaz jerk til they come

God gargantuan large colossus bombardment of darts

Make your squad throw tantrums

Practice karma sutra on broads pop bra's

Leave birds with permanent scars

And sh*t like birthmarks

Digi bark back at dogs

Snatch flies from frogs

Blow California chronic to despise the smog

This sh*t I been with biz in the clearing

Pigs sharing

Got fresh Wu-Wearing

Motherf**kers not caring

Then move through your community

With diplomat immunity

Move to rep a two or G shine like fine jewelry

Now ask yourself is this for real it can't be

My ni**a if it ain't for real it ain't me

I elect myself as presidential M C

I elect myself as presidential M C

Now ask yourself why is he so low key

Why is niggaz pimpin' when the game chose me

I elect myself as presidential M C

I elect myself as presidential M C