Politics

Politics Lyrics

Song Politics
Artist Tonedeff
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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 boiling to the third degree/
And I’m nervously avoiding 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 mother****ers,
Just so I can teach them never to speak on any of us/
There’s something you wanna say?
Get that other rapper’s cock out your throat!
No wonder he’s been coming 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 Dealing 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 anything 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 of 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
OKCause niggas are greedy leading the race, they sell you a dream and spit in your face/
And it isn’t easy to look away, when you’re focused on your
Budden 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 riding 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 watching your back and face forward/
Reviewers best to listen to this like they paid for it/
Cause, what the ****!?
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 pushing 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’s/
The same reason you know it word for word.
Dog, it’s
Politics.My patience is drifting/
Cause I’m in no political position or famous enough to state my opinion/
Of this game and it’s minions,
I’m staying silent and numb/
Cause you can’t put your foot in your mouth or swallow your words while you’re biting 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 ****ers/
Here’s my final shot at diplomacy – believe this/
Swing for your third strike,
I’m calling you out on the remix/
Chorus:I cant breath
And I can’t see
And I can’t move
Cause I’m sick and tired of these politics
I can’t sleep
And I can’t think
And I can’t live
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 boiling to the third degree
And I' m nervously avoiding 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 mother ers,
Just so I can teach them never to speak on any of us
There' s something you wanna say?
Get that other rapper' s cock out your throat!
No wonder he' s been coming 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 Dealing 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 anything 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 doublestandards can be seen in many arenas of 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
OKCause niggas are greedy leading the race, they sell you a dream and spit in your face
And it isn' t easy to look away, when you' re focused on your
Budden 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 riding 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 watching your back and face forward
Reviewers best to listen to this like they paid for it
Cause, what the !?
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 newsscoops and the pub
But Buddy,
I' m flat broke.
So on that note,
I' ll say goodbye to articles
Bookings for college shows, distribution pushing 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' s
The same reason you know it word for word.
Dog, it' s
Politics. My patience is drifting
Cause I' m in no political position or famous enough to state my opinion
Of this game and it' s minions,
I' m staying silent and numb
Cause you can' t put your foot in your mouth or swallow your words while you' re biting your tongue
So with niceguy reluctance,
I' m fighting my grudges
And it' s hard to be polite with others when you' d rather take a knife to ers
Here' s my final shot at diplomacy believe this
Swing for your third strike,
I' m calling you out on the remix
Chorus: I cant breath
And I can' t see
And I can' t move
Cause I' m sick and tired of these politics
I can' t sleep
And I can' t think
And I can' t live
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 boiling to the third degree
And I' m nervously avoiding 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 mother ers,
Just so I can teach them never to speak on any of us
There' s something you wanna say?
Get that other rapper' s cock out your throat!
No wonder he' s been coming 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 Dealing 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 anything 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 doublestandards can be seen in many arenas of 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
OKCause niggas are greedy leading the race, they sell you a dream and spit in your face
And it isn' t easy to look away, when you' re focused on your
Budden 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 riding 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 watching your back and face forward
Reviewers best to listen to this like they paid for it
Cause, what the !?
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 newsscoops and the pub
But Buddy,
I' m flat broke.
So on that note,
I' ll say goodbye to articles
Bookings for college shows, distribution pushing 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' s
The same reason you know it word for word.
Dog, it' s
Politics. My patience is drifting
Cause I' m in no political position or famous enough to state my opinion
Of this game and it' s minions,
I' m staying silent and numb
Cause you can' t put your foot in your mouth or swallow your words while you' re biting your tongue
So with niceguy reluctance,
I' m fighting my grudges
And it' s hard to be polite with others when you' d rather take a knife to ers
Here' s my final shot at diplomacy believe this
Swing for your third strike,
I' m calling you out on the remix
Chorus: I cant breath
And I can' t see
And I can' t move
Cause I' m sick and tired of these politics
I can' t sleep
And I can' t think
And I can' t live
Cause I' m sick and tired of these politics.
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