President T, D Double E - Walk In The Room lyrics

Walk in the room, spray what I like
T On The Wing, that's not hype
I said, that's not right, I said
That's not right
Walk in the room, spray what I like
T On The Wing, that's not hype
I said, that's not right, I said
That's not right

"President, President, tell me your thoughts"
10 years ago, I was up in court
Said no to drugs and I done two, three sports
Mention my name? Two
Three shots at your shorts (woah)
Ending careers, top of the line, 15 years
Straight ambition, never been any fears
Spoke to my peers
They were like "stranger appears"
Nah, stranger remains
This stuff runs in my veins
You man tucking in chains
Two, three punches but they
Ain't leaving sprains
Murder, murder, no I ain't leaving stains
Presidential knowledge, T with brains

Walk in the room, spray what I like
"T On The Wing, that's not hype"
I said, that's not right
I said, that's not right
Walk in the room, spray what I like
"T On The Wing, that's not hype"
I said, that's not right
I said, that's not right

(Blud) i'm the king of, king of
Gimme the ting and I'll ring off, ring off
No evidence? Write the ting off, ting off
Nah, there's no such thing of, thing of
You better jump in your whip and zing off
Because your sell by date has gone off
When you speak, like a light, I turn off
All I want to know
Is that all you can think of?
Them man there on the brink of
Brink of a fall off, fall off into the
I said fall off take some time to cool off
Lyrical war? Better call it off
Get lost before you find out I'm a boss
You don't want to make a man mad or cross
You don't want to get left down
You don't want to make a man (buda-bup-bup)

Walk in the room, spray what I like
"T On The Wing, that's not hype"
I said, that's not right
I said, that's not right
Walk in the room, spray what I like
"T On The Wing, that's not hype"
I said, that's not right
I said, that's not right

Spray what I like, spray what I feel
Got three years down the stairs
They don't want my appeal
Nuff of them claim to be cruising
Can't see hands on the wheel
Tried to record, never been after a deal
If grime was a course, I would do three
But I weren't after a meal (woah, woah)
That's not right (wow)
Two suitcases? Must be a flight
"Prez, you're out of sight"
One of the champs in grime, no need to bite
So advanced, no need to write
Blud, that's not hype
Two avocados, I was the ripe
Lyrically smoking who? Must be a pipe

Walk in the room, spray what I like
"T On The Wing, that's not hype"
I said, that's not right
I said, that's not right
Walk in the room, spray what I like
"T On The Wing, that's not hype"
I said, that's not right
I said, that's not right