Текст песни Classified - Politics
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YoIt`s all about politicsYo hmmm YoCheck, checkSteady, steadyPop, Pop, Pop, PopIt`s all about politics in this gameWho ya know, How to make ya doe maintainGotta make them know the last nameOr gotta have a steady back frameJust to keep yourself upIn my position no one else will help me upAnd maybe I`m wrong, maybe I`m notMaybe I had it up to hear with thatI could get what you got, from your fatherCousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you signedAnd you still ain`t sellin` kidhmm, kinda makes me wonder and frownGot all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the undergroundTrying to make moves, y`all about to lift offPretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hopy`all need to make this shit stopPut away your gimmickry to act for Chris RockI`m sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no efforty`all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner record[Chorus: repeat 2X]Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it spittin`Ya need to recognize its steady politickingIt`s doesn`t matter `bout your skill, ain`t nobody gonna listenUnless you know someone, cause its steady politicking[Verse Two]Ever since day one I never rhymed for greennever had nobody pullin` strings behind the scenesAnd never had nobody with their hand around my shoulderteaching me the industry, I learned as I got olderDid it on my own, made a name, kept it trueNever asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crewAnd fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got linesAlways trying to front, you write articles not rhymesDon`t let it get confusin`, but if it comes to me andwe going toe to toe y`all losin`Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class trackmakin critics look stupidThis ain`t a optic allusion stop the confusionI`m white and I drop tight musicOver looked, under used stop the pressesy`all in class now and ya failed the fuckin` test kidSteady, politickingAnd either way when I started I lacked visionYou never found class on the mic ass kissin`I tracks hit `em with velocity, authorityDoing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore meTry to block this out your mindSee what happens when I`m bold to knock you out your primeI ain`t trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhymeBut if I do, I`ll leave your ass broken without a dimeSo keep that on your mind[Chorus]