Politics-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 mutherf**kers 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 sh*t 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 its steady politicking It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill, ain't nobody gonna listen Unless you know someone, cause its 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 f**k 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 f**kin' test kid Steady, politicking And either way when I started I lacked vision You never found class on the mic a** 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 a** broken without a dime So keep that on your mind