| HAIL TO THE CHIEF |
| M. Berrin, P. Nash, R. Lawson Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice |
| Yo whats the deal its yours truly Cory Hill from the bean town to your town. We’d like to welcome you to the national lyricist convention; held here in the great state of hip hop. This presidential debate is being sponsored by raw.com. now steppin’ to the podium; the Prime Minster Pete Nice, big Serch, your future presidents- open your ears, ya heard? |
| Verse 1: MC Serch |
| Don’t fuck with the reason you put it down in the first place Getting Serch face, love it when they say never heard 3rd Bass That’s gravy, just maybe before you get Swayze And my squad get crazy reenact that flip with Jay Z When Dave shot that cat in the back you know the scenario The point I’m tryin to make you need to stay the fuck up out our videos The way I focus I see life from two sides For you theres either homicide or suicide |
| Verse 2: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| I got the hells bells ringin in the stadiums I’m spittin like fire on Ichabod’s Cranium I’m hailing to the chief in the political prisons When biz was on prism slick willy givin’ ism’s And just like the heads gettin severed into buckets Lootin’ on your shit and takin all your gold nuggets I’m standin in a leisure suit outside a social club Blood for oil my deray I bandage ya |
| Verse 3: MC Serch |
| Ok here’s where we stand we hate fake fuckers, fake brothers broke fuckers and broke brothers are perfect for each other I don’t rock ice I don’t drink bottles more than my crib I could give less than a fuck about the feet on your whip And if you break off a knot to cop a watch and a link I got a joke about you after my people touch you for your things I take flights and ride coach, fuck my wife not some roach Who thought I was hot when I performed and looked like her coach from high school; and yes I inhaled and real deep ass naked when I sleep, trust me you don’t wanna peek I’m 6 – 1, 235 black hair and blue eyes All my life only rode between a pair of black thighs Word to my sister and mother, the only white lips I kissed You should know before you vote I fuckin hated white chicks I’m not racist I just say this so your vote is not jaded You got time to change your mind before the count is calculated |
| Verse 4: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| Hey yo watch how I pull the handle towards me Its like a guillotine dropped to settle scores see Flippin off the walls like a catatonic killer Tryin to take my scrilla but I ain’t feelin’ no vanilla Hey yo, illuminating on your frequency The high level and degree-ity epitimy Master of the subterranean in your cranium Auditory outlet feelin like a stadium If ya got the fluid on the brain I got a method to relieve it Unscrupulous minds aiming to deceive it I’m mischievous, devious hittin never missing got a pocket full of nitroglycerin and blow the speakers with the rhyming that I’ve written we’re shittin on ya while your skills are still slippin and run for cover from the haters and the mania we’re runnin through from Brooklyn to Albania |