Mr. President
Bushwick Bill Lyrics


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[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yes
We're here to talk about those who
Are considered to be an elected official
Who said it was official that when they was elected
That everything that they dealt with had me in mind
As a human being, as a man
But not as a slave or three fifths human
I have the right to bear arms
What makes you think I respect you?

[ VERSE 1: 3D ]
Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie?
With the white man ringin shots on blocks
With their clean shave and pin strip-suits
Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love for nines?
Damn, in your minds and in your hearts
Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
Knockin me for the words I write
For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists
Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone
Became President
Isn't it evident
That those who sit in the residence
Are not president?

[ VERSE 2: 3D ]
Now why you want to try to knock me
Cause I'm black, got a gat
Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface
Think about the way the government wants to hold us back
As a matter of fact
I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene
And everyday they're doin the dirty work
And layin it on us niggas, if you know what I mean
So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself
Tryin to lay it on the black man
I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty
With a gat in my black hand
So white heathen, taken straight out of
The crate of a mouth of a babe
Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started
And the ghetto's what you honkeys made

[ Bushwick Bill ]
That's right, sittin up there in the White House
With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions
Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers
That are still left in there
All the big brothers that are watching
I hope you're listenin
Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control

[ VERSE 3: 3D ]
Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya
Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin
My way of livin, so a little nigga like me
Gots to go and dish ya this mission
Hopin that the message that I'm sendin
Gets through to you and your people
Devil, look at your own dirty past
Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
If I kill 30 innocent, would you write
A movie about me and spare
My life, or would you lock me up with triple life
And strap me down in the electric chair?
See, it's not about the sign I throw up
Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear
See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood
Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share

[ Bushwick Bill ]
That's right, pain
The pain that I feel
Is the pain from shame
The shame that you've caused me
For over 400 years of protection
The pain that I have within me
The rage that is flaming
Makes me want to say the things that I say
Do the things that I do
And let you know
That when you look at me
Or look down at me
Or look across from your side of the world to my side
That what you have failed to realize
Is that you've put me in projects
I realize it was an experiment
So when you put me in jail
I realize I just made it through the millions
I'm just another rat that made my cheese
And you couldn't stand it
But what can all the big cats do
When all the rats want to get fat
But try to cut down on the cheese
What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself
Killin your own existence
You're all walking dead men, and don't know it
With book sense and street sense
If you had street intelligence
You would really know
That you're one footstep between life and death
That the mouth is a open grave
And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet
Which is a straight shot to the top, right?
And what goes up must come down
That's why it's goin down right now
You can smell the smoke
See the flames
And see the bodies that are left on the ground
Because the flag
Red, white and blue




And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines
I still see

Overall Meaning

The song Mr. President by Bushwick Bill is a powerful commentary on the systemic racism and discrimination faced by Black Americans in the United States. Through the verses, Bill and 3D address the President of the United States and question the legitimacy and fairness of the American government. Bill brings up the issue of the 3/5 Compromise, which was an agreement reached during the drafting of the US Constitution that counted enslaved people as 3/5 of a person for the purpose of taxation and representation. He also asserts his right to bear arms, highlighting the tension between the Second Amendment and the struggles of Black Americans to enjoy the same rights and privileges as their white counterparts. The overall message of the song is that Black Americans feel neglected by their government and disenfranchised by the systems in place that are meant to protect them.


One interesting fact about the song is that it was released by Bushwick Bill, a member of the Geto Boys, in 1992 during a highly charged political climate in the US. Bill was known for his provocative and controversial lyrics, and Mr. President was no exception. The song was highly critical of the US government and its leaders, which pushed the boundaries of what was considered acceptable in mainstream hip-hop at the time. Another interesting fact is that the song's samples were taken from various sources, including the film Scarface, which featured another member of the Geto Boys, and speeches by former US presidents Richard Nixon and John F. Kennedy.


Line by Line Meaning

Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I would like to address the President and the people in power at the White House


I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie?
Have you ever appreciated the allure of the old gangster movies?


With the white man ringin shots on blocks
Depicting the white man as the one pulling the trigger on the streets


With their clean shave and pin strip-suits
Portraying them with a clean-cut appearance and classy suits


Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Engaged in illegal activities such as bootlegging, exploiting Black women, and accumulating wealth


Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
Indicating the existence of white supremacists like David Duke operating undercover


The gangster movement started long before my time
The criminal culture has existed long before my generation


Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Before the fashion trends associated with gangster subculture


Finger signs and love for nines?
Hand gestures and affinity for firearms?


Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
Is the underlying hatred and discrimination deeply rooted, what is the real situation?


Knockin me for the words I write
Criticizing me for the messages in my lyrics


For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
Creating scripts for movies written by white individuals, like Mr. Al Capone


America, A land that made Christopher Columbus a historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists
America is a country that honors Christopher Columbus, who brought criminals, white slaves, and rapists


Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone
Even President Kennedy's father was involved in illegal activities as a bootlegger for Al Capone


Became President. Isn't it evident that those who sit in the residence are not president?
Being President doesn't make someone a true leader, as evident from the individuals residing in the White House


Now why you want to try to knock me
Why do you want to criticize me?


Cause I'm black, got a gat
Just because I'm black, and carry a gun


Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface
Adjusting my hat, just like the character Mr. Scarface


Think about the way the government wants to hold us back
Consider how the government tries to hinder our progress


I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene
I think the entire system is corrupt and filled with criminal activities


And everyday they're doin the dirty work
Every day, they are engaging in dishonest and immoral actions


And layin it on us niggas
And blaming us Black people for their actions


If you know what I mean
If you understand my perspective


So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself
Don't deceive yourselves and become corrupted in your thinking


Tryin to lay it on the black man
Trying to shift blame onto Black individuals


I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty
I am a young person trying to escape poverty


With a gat in my black hand
Armed with a gun in my Black hand


So white heathen, taken straight out of the crate of a mouth of a babe
So, you white individual, who lacks moral or religious principles, just like an ignorant child


Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started
Yes, a white person cannot prevent the consequences of their own actions


And the ghetto's what you honkeys made
The ghettos exist because of the actions and neglect of white individuals


That's right, sittin up there in the White House
Yes, those in power at the White House


With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions
With your tendencies towards homosexuality and attraction to women


I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers that are still left in there
I am addressing all the individuals in power who resemble J. Edgar Hoover and his discriminatory philosophies


All the big brothers that are watching
Referring to the government surveillance and control


I hope you're listenin
I hope you are paying attention


Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control
The unfair treatment and unjust policies towards criminals have motivated the citizens to take matters into their own hands


Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya
Now listen closely, pay attention


Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin
Let's focus on the main problem and continue criticizing


My way of livin, so a little nigga like me
My lifestyle, as a young person like me


Gots to go and dish ya this mission
I have to deliver this important message to you


Hopin that the message that I'm sendin
Hoping that the message I am conveying


Gets through to you and your people
Resonates with you and those in power


Devil, look at your own dirty past
Look at your own shameful history


Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
Before you approach me with your malicious intentions


If I kill 30 innocent, would you write a movie about me and spare my life?
If I were to kill 30 innocent people, would you make a movie about me and give me leniency?


Or would you lock me up with triple life and strap me down in the electric chair?
Or would you sentence me to life in prison three times over and execute me in the electric chair?


See, it's not about the sign I throw up
You see, it's not about the hand gesture I make


Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear
Or the places I go, or the clothes a Black person wears


See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood
You see, white person, it's about showing respect for your community


Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share
For your group of friends and all those who experience pain alongside you


That's right, pain
Yes, pain


The pain that I feel
The pain that I experience


Is the pain from shame
It's the pain caused by the shame


The shame that you've caused me
The shame that you, as a white person, have brought upon me


For over 400 years of protection
For over 400 years of being subjugated and oppressed


The pain that I have within me
The pain that resides within me


The rage that is flaming
The burning anger that consumes me


Makes me want to say the things that I say
Motivates me to speak the way I do


Do the things that I do
And act the way I do


And let you know
And inform you


That when you look at me
That when you see me


Or look down at me
Or look upon me with disdain


Or look across from your side of the world to my side
Or view me from your perspective across the racial divide


That what you have failed to realize
What you have not understood


Is that you've put me in projects
Is that you have placed me in low-income housing projects


I realize it was an experiment
I understand it was an experiment


So when you put me in jail
So when you incarcerate me


I realize I just made it through the millions
I know I have survived against the odds


I'm just another rat that made my cheese
I am just another individual who has found success


And you couldn't stand it
And it bothers you


But what can all the big cats do
But what can all the powerful individuals do


When all the rats want to get fat
When all the marginalized individuals strive for success


But try to cut down on the cheese
But attempt to limit their access to opportunities


What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself
What you fail to understand is that you are sabotaging your own progress


Killin your own existence
Damaging your own society


You're all walking dead men, and don't know it
You are all living in ignorance, unaware of your impending downfall


With book sense and street sense
With intelligence gained from education and personal experiences


If you had street intelligence
If you possessed the knowledge of street life


You would really know
You would truly understand


That you're one footstep between life and death
That your life can change in an instant


That the mouth is a open grave
That the tongue can cause destruction


And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet
And you have given me the authority to choose your demise


Which is a straight shot to the top, right?
Which serves as a direct path to power and control, doesn't it?


And what goes up must come down
And anything that reaches the top will eventually fall


That's why it's goin down right now
That's why the downfall is currently happening


You can smell the smoke
You can perceive the signs of destruction


See the flames
Witness the chaos and destruction


And see the bodies that are left on the ground
And witness the casualties of this turmoil


Because the flag
Due to the actions represented by the national flag


Red, white and blue
Symbolized by the colors of the American flag


And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines
And the scars from all the years of oppression and violence towards me and my community


I still see
I still witness the effects of it all




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Written by: SHAWN PHILLIPS

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