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Apt - Obama, Obama Lyrics

A.P.T.!

Yeah I'm goin' in...

Verse 1:
Call him "President," he's the next new President here
Senator, from Illinois, yeah
His criteria compared to John McCain just isn't fair
Cause he's B-L-A-C, so the eyes are on he
Through his pencil, he write legislation, with the country on his mind
And he don't coat ish, cause he ain't got time
Every second, minute, hour, KKK wanna devour
He got guards ready to pop 'em, with their ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers
Every brother, mother, sister, cousin, grandma wanna hump him
Even got Hilary Clinton on the side ready to jump him
Tell the Clintons "Ha ha ha ha," couldn't catch him, couldn't stop him
They go by the party rules, if you can't beat him, you can't top him
Thought she'd smack him, couldn't pop 'em, Delegates, couldn't cop 'em
Bill Clinton couldn't help her, too bad she couldn't drop 'em, woo!

Man, Obama's so Illlll...

Verse 2:
Obama goes here, Obama goes there
Sayin' "Yes We Can" with wife Michelly, he's hittin' that derriere
He travel to Arizona, ready to cause some drama
Hopin' McCain will comment, "Look at that bastard Obama
He's too young, he's too hip, Negros always 'causin' problems"
His pale-lookin' face got him lookin' like a goblin!
Mac-Cain, Mac-Cain, please don't vote for Mac-Cain
First day up in office, talkin' 'bout some heart pains
Call the ambulance, QUICK! All you hear is sirens
His temper isn't private - Dang, I hate a mad prick
Don't you hate a mad prick? Plus, McCain's an old prick
Barack's a younger guy, So choose him, he's the right pick
(Laugh) But if you choose the wrong pick
Your step-son'll probably end up in Iraq quick!
His health clan plan is so immac'late
So even if your broke, and can't afford to take a doc trip
You'll be feelin' much better - not sick
And, he's okay, but his wife's sick
And her back's thick, And her walk's slick
She's a fly chick - I'd hit!

Man, Obama's so Illlll...

Verse 3:
He's makin' history like X, King and Douglas, and RFK
Obama, he's that "new black," true that
Red-necks saaaay "He won't beat John McCain
He don't wear a flag pin, his middle name's Hussein," but
Who gon' be dat boy dat doubt dat boy dey call "Obama"
Got Republicans sweatin' like they up in Saunas (whew!)
Even McCain's 90-something mama
Be ready to pull his lever every hour (Laugh)
And I'd rather eat a field mouse
Than to see John McCain in the White House
Vote Obama in, and I promise
He won't turn back into some Uncle Thomas (Aaaaaa!)
No Aunt Jemimah or Southern Fried chicken
Call him "Chief Obama," or "Mr. Keeps on Tickin"
Man, Pastor Wright's comments couldn't stop his tally
Even Oprah Winfrey said she was behind him
People, I say this country's no hope without him
But he's gotta go out and relate to everybody
He do what he do, like give his wife a hug and then a fist dap
Gotta do that stuff in public, so the hood'll know that -
He's black
Gotta use big words, white people love to hear it
If they hear it, they don't fear him, they don't know him, but they feel him
That's real....

Obama... '08... White House, a-ha!



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