| It’s all about politics
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| Yo hmmm Yo Check, check
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| Steady, steady
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| Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop
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| It’s all about politics in this game
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| Who ya know, How to make ya doe maintain
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| Gotta make them know the last name
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| Or gotta have a steady back frame
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| Just to keep yourself up In my position no one else will help me up And maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m not
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| Maybe I had it up to hear with that
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| I could get what you got, from your father
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| Cousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you signed
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| And you still ain’t sellin’kid
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| hmm, kinda makes me wonder and frown
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| Got all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the underground
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| Trying to make moves, y’all about to lift off
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| Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop
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| y’all need to make this shit stop
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| Put away your gimmickry to act for Chris Rock
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| I’m sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no effort
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| y’all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner record
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| Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it spittin'
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| Ya need to recognize its steady politicking
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| It’s doesn’t matter 'bout your skill, ain’t nobody gonna listen
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| Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking
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| Ever since day one I never rhymed for green
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| never had nobody pullin’strings behind the scenes
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| And never had nobody with their hand around my shoulder
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| teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older
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| Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true
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| Never asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crew
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| And fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got lines
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| Always trying to front, you write articles not rhymes
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| Don’t let it get confusin', but if it comes to me and
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| we going toe to toe y’all losin'
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| Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track
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| makin critics look stupid
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| This ain’t a optic allusion stop the confusion
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| I’m white and I drop tight music
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| Over looked, under used stop the presses
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| y’all in class now and ya failed the fuckin’test kid
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| Steady, politicking
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| And either way when I started I lacked vision
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| You never found class on the mic ass kissin'
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| I tracks hit 'em with velocity, authority
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| Doing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore me Try to block this out your mind
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| See what happens when I’m bold to knock you out your prime
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| I ain’t trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhyme
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| But if I do, I’ll leave your ass broken without a dime
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| So keep that on your mind |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Politics , by - Classified. Song from the album While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп