Classified - Politics lyrics
[Classified - Politics lyrics]
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 paying
Dues 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 it's steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill
Ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone
Cause it's 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
Now for my people on the side
Lines trying to make it spittin'
Ya need to recognize it's steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill
Ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone
Cause it's steady politicking
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 paying
Dues 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 it's steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill
Ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone
Cause it's 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
Now for my people on the side
Lines trying to make it spittin'
Ya need to recognize it's steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill
Ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone
Cause it's steady politicking