Yes, even Mr. El Prezidino is misunderstood more often that not. The Virginia story teller lets listeners into a personal side of his life. This song accounts for two stories where El Prezidino was clearly misunderstood.
lyrics
Mr. Misunderstood, yeah I’m a Christian
But before you throw your stones, stop and listen
Before you say something dumb, stop messaging my MySpace
Calling me a sinner, please, get out of my space
And my face, because I’m God’s angel
Don’t you know angels don’t talk to A**holes
I’ll never let you dim the lights from my halo
Confrontation like this is what I’m made for
How you hating on my because I don’t do alter calls
And the nerve of you to say that’s just one of my flaws
You point out that I’m in clubs where they sell alcohol
Where girls dresses so short you can almost see they draws
Okay dawg listen, first of all
You don’t even have an idea to whom I’m called
From the sideline you probably think you see the whole picture
Monday morning quarterbacking, never seen action
Like that crucified guy, yup, I’m with sinners
He who has ears let this message get in ya
Because I ain’t come for the healthy but the sick, and we can relate
That’s why God made my flow sick
Like Jesus when I speak I surely draws a crowd
and he’s on stage with me, my unseen hype-man
He’ll be with me when I finally do summer jam
until then I’m just executing his game plan
Oh I’m sorry, you misunderstood me
When I said you was cute, that didn’t mean we could be
Together, I was just being nice
But yo, how you get in this hotel room tonight
Yeah I cracked a smiled at you, I smile at everybody
But that kind gesture doesn’t mean I want your body
I just got finished performing for two hours
And with you here there’s no way I’m taking a shower
Naw, you can’t join me…..it ain’t that type of party
Because if my wife comes in she’s killing everybody
Shorty, please stop taking off your clothes
You giving me nookie should not be your goal
Yo, who you calling? Ma, you gotta roll
Oh, now you want me to help you put on your clothes
Why are you trying to hem me up?
You really trying to screw me, and you won’t let up
You do have initiative, I’ll give you that
But that’s all I can give you, through the door I’m sending you
And right before the door close,
Guess you sees Shorty leaving my room adjusting her clothes
Dag!!
[Spoken word]
Se la vie, life is or can be
A bunch of misfortune, to any whomever it can surely happen often
Being misunderstood is common as being in a coffin
Or being broke, which really is missed fortune
Or getting signals crossed
Bad communication can put anybody on the cross
The ham sandwich that’s made by the poor
Could lead to the hungry rich man asking for more
The dead doctor that use to save lives
Is no more important than the janitor cleaning behind rich wives
And I, like you, we, are misunderstood