Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Politics, artist - Classified. Album song While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.11.2007
Record label: fontana north, Halflife
Song language: English
Politics |
| It’s all about politics |
| Yo hmmm Yo Check, check |
| Steady, steady |
| Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop |
| It’s all about politics in this game |
| Who ya know, How to make ya doe maintain |
| Gotta make them know the last name |
| Or gotta have a steady back frame |
| Just to keep yourself up In my position no one else will help me up And maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m not |
| Maybe I had it up to hear with that |
| I could get what you got, from your father |
| Cousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you signed |
| And you still ain’t sellin’kid |
| hmm, kinda makes me wonder and frown |
| Got all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the underground |
| Trying to make moves, y’all about to lift off |
| Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop |
| y’all need to make this shit stop |
| Put away your gimmickry to act for Chris Rock |
| I’m sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no effort |
| y’all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner record |
| Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it spittin' |
| Ya need to recognize its steady politicking |
| It’s doesn’t matter 'bout your skill, ain’t nobody gonna listen |
| Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking |
| Ever since day one I never rhymed for green |
| never had nobody pullin’strings behind the scenes |
| And never had nobody with their hand around my shoulder |
| teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older |
| Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true |
| Never asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crew |
| And fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got lines |
| Always trying to front, you write articles not rhymes |
| Don’t let it get confusin', but if it comes to me and |
| we going toe to toe y’all losin' |
| Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track |
| makin critics look stupid |
| This ain’t a optic allusion stop the confusion |
| I’m white and I drop tight music |
| Over looked, under used stop the presses |
| y’all in class now and ya failed the fuckin’test kid |
| Steady, politicking |
| And either way when I started I lacked vision |
| You never found class on the mic ass kissin' |
| I tracks hit 'em with velocity, authority |
| Doing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore me Try to block this out your mind |
| See what happens when I’m bold to knock you out your prime |
| I ain’t trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhyme |
| But if I do, I’ll leave your ass broken without a dime |
| So keep that on your mind |