[Intro] Yeah You know, absolute President, yeah The greatest, to ever touch down Going out to my crew, yeah Hang tight Tallboy, hang tight Jammie And its large [Verse 1] I aint gonna say Im real I aint gonna say Im real I said, I aint gonna say Im real Work out the yard then pop off the steel President, top of the hill Dont make orders if you cant afford the bill I recommend, you just chill You get Kill off Killy! If I see you until Until when? Until somebody pop off the skeng Cus to get shot like that, you would need IC3, Skibadee and Kenny Ken Little does he know, I was spraying from way back when Way before he was born Bet he wish that he was never born Cuz, I dont beep my horn [Verse 2] Im at the party, its kinda swag I dont know if I should stay there Once again, swag MCs? No, I dont play there Put down the mic, take up daycare Everybody knows Im cold But it dont mean that I dont play fair I push keys of base, from Scotland to Mayfair I come to state those facts, I mean All kind of facts Prez T has stated In my bits Im loved in some bits Im hated If this MC sprays with me, he must be overrated He aint gonna make it even the whip he drives is plated Trust me, he dont wanna clash Im dedicated Yeah, Im gonna keep on spraying Until everyone else, calls it a day in Kill off Killy! What is he saying? Said, Kill off Killy! Merk another MC, theres no delaying I take chances but I aint David Blaine Its President, one of the main The most bars in the game Cuz, Ill see him on the road, hell be shamed Cuzzy, do you really know my name? Im on the guestlist I aint gotta leave no mate in the rain Blud, I got a SLK outside I aint gotta take no train 144? I didnt see the 144 in the first place, are you insane?! Must be! [Verse 3] Large Way 1 that was a taste This MC cant cut to the chase! Do it in cyber space for him to race Man in Meridian, you couldnt call it a race! Even before he started he was in first place Aint it a big disgrace! I said, aint it a big disgrace! I aint gonna spray to amuse Ill merk another MC I wont refuse I dont give a shit about crews, come on! I cant see you on the Ten OClock News But I see you, standing up stood in queues I said, standing up stood in queues Anytime you see me its either a rave or a Skengman Blues Cuz, yeah, I will keep in touch Badboy riddim, aint nothin much Dat crew, is there such That manna push man in a ClassC clutch Blud, I blaze high grade I blaze dutch I be like Starsky, your man are Hutch Tick, tick, tick, gonna die with your watch Nah, never gonna chill, nah, never gonna cop [Verse 4] Yeah, like the craze, I make big money, big money ways Boy try and blaze, knock you into a daze I been killin my own since the old school days I got Glocks, Lugers, with infrared rays Cuz, you want a job that pays I got the food that pays Nah, me nah the tick all days I got bigger boy Widow Kill off the haze! We nah the teams got the Ks And we nah the gyal that swings and sways Get smack up smacky always STD, no ways President T wont liaise, Selassie With our thanks and praise Just another mic man, turned into a hit man I said, Kill Off Killy! Going for a Presidents face [Verse 5] You bring the pressure, Ill bring the force Back Inna My Face, Volume One of course Said all kind of Bloodline mixtapes I endorse Cuz Im not an officer but, I enforce And were so strong that were called the Iron Force Bring your whole crew, they will die in force Out on the strip, but I aint dyin jaws Yeah Im on the strip, Im bangin out hundreds of scores Yeah! Thats kind of flimsy I didnt grow up on Jason K When you hear President, youre gonna wanna bring back Slimzee Said that he played in the Premier But the word on road is that he plays for Grimsby [Outro] Absolute live you know, President T Going out to my crew Way ahead! You know, too large! Keep up the pace! Never, nicely
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