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george bush the button (remix) - marco polovision lyrics

[intro: paddy chayefsky]
i don’t have to tell you things are bad
everybody knows things are bad
banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
punks are running wild in the street and there’s n0body anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it
we know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our tv’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty*three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be
we know things are bad * worse than bad
they’re crazy
it’s likе everything evеrywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore
we sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms
let me have my toaster and my tv and my steel*belted radials and i won’t say anything
just leave us alone”
well, i’m not gonna leave you alone
i want you to get mad!

[chorus: jay*z sample]
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods y’all don’t want nothing of it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods y’all don’t want nothing of it

[verse 1: canibus]
i’ve got more rhymes than i do time
the lines look like star maps designed by the dogon tribe
buck t**th chief soothsayer, king kamehameha
rhyme slayer, my face war painted in five layers
laugh now, die later, cry, your creator won’t save you
camo makeup means the minds made up
prepare for the impact, brace for the boom
every grid square is consumed by bombs from an air balloon
i george bush the b*tton
f*ckin’ murder eleven out of a dirty dozen and i’m still hunting
these rap n*ggas kissing ass with lizards
i can’t wait to give you the business, i typewriter tap triggers
snap b*tches like paparazzi snap pictures
attack the whole hit list for half you listeners
i don’t give a f*ck what the public wanna buy
that bullsh*t attract flies, i sanitize
conceptualised wise sideways*eight rhymes
since the time kane’s flattop ruled in ’89
so come get some little bum
you got a lot of money, i got a lot of you know what
f*ck the cake, i’ma ration these crumbs
when the time comes i won’t even take blood
i got out the matrix when i was unplugged
the oracle said, “it will be what it was”
i walk upright but i’m savage and uptight
and this f*cked up life is the reason i crush mics
goals and desires are old and expired
everything i owned was bankrolled in the fire
dmc knowledge, give marco polo the guidance
the saying goes, “no man is an island”
[chorus: jay*z sample]
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods y’all don’t want nothing of it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting (yeah!), i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods y’all don’t want nothing of it (check, uh)

[verse 2: immortlal technique]
i’m the product of a culmination of conquering nations
the intersection of revolution of revelations
the inspiration galileo gave to astrologers
testament to the gods like the central park obelisk
i would vlad the impaler you on cleopatra’s needle
conjuring the spirit of the devil that lives inside of people
evil is temptation, always surrounds the righteous
doesn’t spare an expense ’cause corruption is priceless
medieval torture devices in a cathedral bas*m*nt
upgraded to guantanamo bay as replacement
the ignorance fertilizes the earth’s hatred
so give it up before you die, like the autobot matrix
you think n0body’s a house n*gga, n0body’s racist
no man’s v*g*n*’s bleeding, n0body’s the rapist
open your eyes, you faceless, bloggers fear it happening
break the system and live outside of the risk management (what?!)
[chorus: jay*z sample]
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods, y’all don’t want nothing of it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods, y’all don’t want nothing of it

[verse 3: marco polo]
bigged up the track, come to find out it was rip the jack
spittin’ facts, took the red pills and ain’t no switchin’ back
download the trooper, can’t handle the sh*t
’cause you more honest than polo and canibus is
you plan to get hit, still wait for the target
or get left a casualty of war, dead in the carnage
the world’s a stage where the truth is concealed
while fake sh*t get promoted ’til you accept it as real
so i run for the cause, heart liver than yours
bud, live to the core, down to die in this war
when n*ggas dabble in the movement and think that they helpin’
[?] tryna make changes 24/7
use my voice as a weapon to counteract the frequency
they got us frequently seekin’ beef instead of preachin’ peace
they set the rules and we follow the trends
so i’ma george bush the b*tton with a stroke of my pen
[chorus: jay*z sample]
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods, y’all don’t want nothing of it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
y’all wish i was fronting, i george bush the b*tton
your boy got the goods, y’all don’t want nothing of it

[outro: paddy chayefsky]
i don’t want you to write to your congressman because i wouldn’t know what to tell you to write
i don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the russians and the crying in the streets
all i know is first you’ve got to get mad
you’ve got to say, “i’m a human being. god dammit, my life has value.”

- marco polovision lyrics

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