K-Rino - Politricks lyrics

Our ancestors saw the future
They fought and they bled
Nias these days can’t even
See five minutes ahead
Most our people either ignorant
Ass backwards or scared
Ain’t got no bread or broke
Because nobody broke bread
I’m seeing red, ay Bush
Why don’t you change your attack?
And send your drunk ass
Daughters overseas to Iraq
We snatching all our people back
And when we get through
Colin Powell and Condoleeza will
Be listening to Screw, yeah
I’ll never let these snakes rope me in
Black folks watching the war
Talkin’ ‘bout "I hope we win"
Who the hell is ‘we’? The US your enemy too
And when they finish over there, fool


They’ll be coming for you
Now roundup all the sellouts
Sucka Toms and tricks
We snatching preachers out the pulpit in 2006
And anybody tryna stop K from doing my duty
I’ma leave your head flatter than
A white girl’s booty, uh

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

White man, I can’t believe how bold you stand
You call the Mexicans illegal when
You stole they land
Coulda helped us in New Orleans
But too evil to try
You blew the levees up and left
The black people to die on death row
You executing while you stand saluting
Y’all murdered Stanley Williams
And Frances Newton
I’m waiting inside the storm for
The rapture to come
If Bin Laden blew up the buildings
Why’d they capture Saddam?
Put us in poverty to spark crime
And make laws feel us
Lock us up for selling something
Y’all invented to kill us
Jail is legalized slavery
I’m speaking the fact
And the highest percent of
Prison population is black
Now prisons on the stock market
‘cause it’s a industry killed a black mind
Replaced it with white supremacy
To them you still a nia slave
Dumb and embarrassing
But as soon as they start
A war, we all Americans, nah

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

We ain’t scared of your politricks
I see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

Woke up from my rest and got out of bed
Put sandals on my feet
Wrap a turban ‘round my head
Most high son so I live like a god do
Dope-E the name, got guns, iron rods too
Government gets away with disgusting crimes
I’m all about higher learning
Like Busta Rhymes
And Ice Cube, terrorist, ain’t a nice dude
You’ve grown to hate me, white boy
But I’m never like you
Bomb threats scaring you with harassing mail
Blow the catholic church up with
Eight trillion dollar deficit
What about taxes? Every time I ask this
Mr president won’t return my
Phone call or faxes
Sit around waiting on crackers
Freedom never rings
My life done had more blues than BB King
South Park Coalition, we conditioned
Plus in position on top of a roof
Death of a politician

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006