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(Intro) Action Chip told me finish that cheese first boy Okay! Turn up my guitar Ladies and gentlemen First hip-hop guitarist Oh yall gonna learn Goddamn I found my balance again Wyclef the general, turn up Hip-hop guitarist, stay on my Jimi Hendrix (Verse 1) If Tenor Saw was here he'd say Ticky ticky tock on my golden hen She layin next to this gentlemen Sometimes Glock 9, sometimes mac-10 Turn me up Whenever she lay, she sing a sweet song Coot coot coot, coot lay low Hey, it's time to teach 'em bro Hey, they got to learn bro Real talk Jay, I was with Bill Clinton On a Air Force One headed down to my island I’m the one they boarded when they wanted to keep the peace United nations know the gangs would listen to me Letras de cancionesBrad Pitt, Angelina Jolie brought them out to Haiti This is before the earthquake's on your TV’s Used to go to DC, see Nancy Pelosi I spoke in front of congress fighting for my country But once I decided that I'mma run for president My whole life changed in a split second Now I understand the hidden outlaw on the dollar They never let a nigga that had a power In the final hour I'm with Wolf Blitzer on CNN Then felt my constitution got twisted with Sean's penn Even my bandmate said I wasn't fit But I can see the future, Nostradamus They took me out the race said I had no resident But I'm so powerful I made my man the president Lost 20 mill when I decided to run But I'mma make it all back with my next album Who God bless man no man can curse How worse can it get, man I used to eat dirt… Hip-hop guitarist Hip-hop guitarist, stay on my Jimi Hendrix Yall gon learn (Verse 2) In the hood they used to call me The baddest with a Venezuelan flow, Hugo Chavez Everything I say know gotta make sense Cause I be gone with the wind Now I understand the mathematics of the one When they say there's nothing new under the sun Ain't no illuminati here they just tryna scare you here Cause if we ever join forces we be nuclear I made the labels rich now it's time to build an empire Then I'mma retire cause even the Pope gets tired They call me general, canons hit your walls Two kings can't reign, one gotta fall And that's Rom for you, that's streets for you Everybody got a set of goons ready to get you And them same goons that’s ready to kill for you Twelve disciples, somebody Judas Somebody snitching, giving information Then it's immigration, then it's deportation back on a island This is more then a run on sentence My raps are true life events The general man I'm back with the info Did you know a haitian was the founder of Chicago? Jean Baptiste if you wanna Google search up a haitian on the map All y'all do is Google earth (Verse) From Haiti landed on Flatbush From Flatbush walk to New Jersey New Jerusalem, I’m talkin brick city Not many like me in the semi treaty From movin brick in the Brick City Brick City and the brick city (Outro) … Haitians April Showers, go All hands on deck, refugee republic I stay on my Jimi Hendrix From Letras Mania