Tonedeff - Politics lyrics

I, can't, breathe and, I, can't, see
And, I, can't, move, cause
I'm sick and tired of these politics

Oh mercy, mercy me
At this point of my career I should
Already be on my third CD
But every turn of the way
Has been met with adversity
But, I'm cursed, it seems
And I been disserviced purposely
And it's herbs like these
That've got my blood boilin'
To the third degree
And I'm nervously avoidin' this urge
To just burst and scream
Feeling the thirst for revenge! I
Can no longer pretend
That mentally I won't be plummeting
Off the deep end
I'm desperately seeking these
Trendy motherfuckers
Just so I can teach them never
To speak on any of us
There's somethin' you wanna say? (say?)
Get that other rapper's cock
Out your throat! No
Wonder he's been comin' out your face
Son, never doubt The Plague
Cause we infect against even the best
Medicines and vaccines
Sedatives and bactrine
I'm fed up with the rap scene
As I'm dealin' with an
Amount of politics that
Would even give the president bad dreams

Every thing you see and hear was paid for
So, don't try to discredit me
Cause my shit isn't played more
Just imagine having to wait, bored
At the stage door
Cause nothing aches worse than a name on
The marquis when it ain't yours
And you're trying desperately to make noise
But all you get's hate
From biased record pools that'll chart
Anythin' for their next crate
Or elitist DJs that only spin vinyl
(go get pressed)
But give 'em a Nas exclusive MP3
And they'll play the shit dead
These vicious double-standards can be seen in
Many arenas in the game
From radio burn to video screens
The shit's the same
From magazines to mix DJs -
You give 'em the green, they give the OK
Cause niggas are greedy leadin' the way
They sell you a dream and spit in your face
And it isn't easy to look away
When you're focused on your budding career
Pumped up with potential
But, you can't fire nothing from here
Need anything done? Then you gotta do
It yourself with no help
When you make on your own? Then everyone
Shows to share the whole wealth
But, oh well - another day in a cold hell
When everyone ridin' your coattails
Are the same

Cats that'll pray your record don't sell
I won't settle for no remarks
About room for improvement
When you boo at QN5 and
Refuse to review the music
Bitch, you're fronting on the future
Stop watchin' your back and face forward
Reviewers best to listen to this
Like they paid for it
Cause, what the fuck!? Do I need
To get shot to get props?
Do you need talent? I guess not but
With drug money and a guest spot
You can spend lots on a track
From the producer of the month
And that'll induce you with the buzz
That'll get you news-scoops and the pub
But Buddy, I'm flat broke so on that note
I'll say goodbye to articles
Bookings for college shows
Distribution pushin' us hard for dough
Then you wondering why you're seeing the
Same niggas over and over
The more original the flow, then
The colder the shoulder
The same reason you can't stand
That verse you heard is
The same reason you know it
Word for word - dog, it's politics

My patience is driftin'
Cause, I'm in no political position or
Famous enough to state my opinion
Of this game and it's minions
I'm stayin' silent and numb
Cause you can't put your foot
In your mouth or
Swallow your words when you're
Bitin' your tongue
So with nice-guy reluctance
I'm fighting my grudges
And it's hard to be polite with others when
You'd rather take a knife to fuckers
Here's my final shot at
Diplomacy - believe this
Swing for your third strike
I'm callin' you out on the remix