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The day has finally arrived — Midterm Elections. President Trump has rallied his base to vote Republican, while Hollywood and those alike have called on voters to choose Blue. History can be made by electing Andrew Gillum and Stacey Abrams for Florida and Georgia governors, respectively. Here are 7 Notable Songs That Name-Drops Politicians.

“Open Letter” — Jay-Z

President: Barack Obama

“Politicians never did shit for me
Except lie to me, distort history
Wanna give me jail time and a fine
Fine, let me commit a real crime
I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef
Out of spite, I just might flood these streets
Hear the freedom in my speech
Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep
Would’ve brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free
Except I made millions off it, you fuckin’ dweeb
I still own the building, I’m still keeping my seat
Y’all buy that bullshit, you’d better keep y’all receipt
Obama said “Chill, you gonna get me impeached”
But you don’t need this shit anyway, chill with me on the beach”

“Every Girl” — Young Money

President: Bill Clinton

These hoes is God’s gift like Christmas
I like ’em caramel skin, long hair, thick ass
Uh, and I swear I’m feelin’ all of y’all
I’m scrollin’ down my call log and I’ma call all of y’all
My butter pecan Puerto Rican
She screamin’ out “papi” every time a nigga deep in
And I’m about to get my Bill Clinton on
And Hilary can Rodham too, boy, I gets my pimpin’ on

“FDT (F*ck Donald Trump)” — YG

President: Donald Trump

I like white folks, but I don’t like you
All the niggas in the hood wanna fight you
Surprised El Chapo ain’t tried to snipe you
Surprised the Nation of Islam ain’t tried to find you
Have a rally out in L.A., we gon’ fuck it up
Home of the Rodney King riot, we don’t give a fuck
Black students, ejected from your rally, what?
I’m ready to go right now, your racist ass did too much
I’m ’bout to turn Black Panther
Don’t let Donald Trump win, that nigga cancer
He too rich, he ain’t got the answers
He can’t make decisions for this country, he gon’ crash us
No, we can’t be a slave for him
He got me appreciatin’ Obama way more
Hey Donald, and everyone that follows
You gave us your reason to be President, but we hate yours

“All Black Everything” — Lupe Fiasco

President: George W. Bush

Uh, and we ain’t get exploited
White man ain’t fear it so he did not destroy it
We ain’t work for free, see they had to employ it
Built it up together so we equally appointed
First 400 years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions, civil war got avoided
Little black sambo grows up to be a lawyer
Extra extra on the news stands
Black woman voted head of Ku Klux Klan
Malcolm Little dies as an old man
Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him
Followed by Bill O’Reilly who read from the Qu’ran
President Bush sends condolences from Iran
Where Fox News reports live
That Ahmadinejad wins the Mandela Peace Prize

“On to the Next One” — Jay-Z

President: Barack Obama

Uhh, Big Pimpin’ in the house now
Bought the land, tore the muh’fuckin house down
Bought the car, tore the muh’fuckin roof off
Ride clean, I don’t ever take the shoes off
Bought the jeep, tore the muh’fuckin doors off
Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard
Navigation on, tryin to find my next thrill
Feelin myself, I don’t even need an X pill
Can’t chill but my neck will
Haters really gon’ be mad off my next deal
Uhh, I don’t know why they worry ’bout my pockets
Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects
Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin on the steps
Drinkin quarter waters, I gotta be the best
M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text
Y’all should be afraid of what I’m gon’ do next
Hold up

“How Do U Want It” — 2Pac

President: Bill Clinton

C. Delores Tucker, you’s a motherfucker
Instead of tryin’ to help a nigga, you destroy a brother
Worse than the others; Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole
You’re too old to understand the way the game’s told
You’re lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I’m released, I’m makin’ millions, nigga, top that
They wanna censor me; they’d rather see me in a cell
Livin’ in hell, only a few of us’ll live to tell
Now everybody talkin’ about us, I could give a fuck
I’d be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it

Blue Magic — Jay-Z

President: Ronald Reagan

North Beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game?
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhymin’ stuff we was in concert