Politics Lyrics - Classified

Yo 

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 

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[Chorus: x2] 

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 

[Verse Two] 

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' 

Lyrically 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 

Photos 

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 

[Chorus]