President Obama is once again appealing to the, well, “Obama Youth”, to once again vote in the upcoming Congressional elections. 
I guess it’s good, because thanks to him, them and their kids and grand kids and great grand kids will be paying for the massive Obama debt. Obama hopes they’re all jiggity wit dat, or something, I guess.
Therefore, last night in another one of his angry-sounding crowd-pleasers, and as the intellectual elite that he is, or thinks himself to be, or wants to be seen to be, he of course hired a hip-hopper or rapper (the difference is moot — much like the difference between socialist and communist) to whip the kids up into a frenzy, before strutting up to the podium and reading his telepromptered speech, complete with references to slavery, as any self-respecting (and he certainly is!) “post-racial” president would do. Over and over. (The day before, he also referenced slavery).
So I looked for some lyrics from a random song by “B.o.B.”, his esteemed guest “artist”, and they’re just fabulous. Very presidential. Extremely intellectual. Exactly the kind of thing I’d want my kids to listen to. Lots of gratuitous references to “N——-ers” (but it’s OK because if I understand the logic correctly, they’re black, brutha), and every other vile word in the dictionary. So, CAUTION: Language:
“I SEE YA”
Yo
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)Yeah
It’s B-O-B-Oh
No I don’t need no lingo
Cause I’m on this mic I chicka-pow-pow chicka-pow-pow to the beat though
Yeah shoot it up like a free throw
Where?
From the west to the east coast
Like B.O in the peek-oh
Motherfuck like Danny DeVito
Lemme get a second just to reload
Cause I’m cool in the pocket like Tebow (yes!)
Cooler than the cheetahs on the Cheetos
Don’t think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin’ at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I’m okay
Now it’s back to the lab, yes back to the bank
Six
So don’t think that I ain’t sick
That I’m in places you can’t get
When you’re inside of the matrix
High is my vibration
High as levitation
High like every race in
In this generation[…]
Then I would eat
Still wouldn’t defeat
The fact that I’m in singing this beat
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an emcee
Throw them in the trash
B.o.B stop[…]
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeahI spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an em
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an emcee
With an emcee
With an emcee
With an emcee
With an em
With an em
With an emcee
Also available: “Fu** The Money” — without the asterisks of course. I understand this song will form the basis of Obama’s new anti-business talking points in the months ahead.
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