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Politics as Usual

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[Intro:]
You know how we do.
Roc-A-Fella forever.
[Verse 1:]
You can catch me,
Skatin’ through your town, puttin’ it down, y’all relatin’,
No waitin’, I’ll make your block infrared hot: I’m like Satan,
Y’all feel a nigga’s struggle, y’all think a nigga love to
Hustle behind the wheel, tryna escape my trouble.
Kids stop, they greetin’ me, I’m talkin’ sweet to keys,
Cursin’ the very God that brought this grief to be,
My life is based on sacrifices, jewels like Isis,
And fools that think I slip, you fuck around,
You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy,
On some I-do-or-die shit, for real,
The price of leather’s got me, deeper than ever, and
Just think, winter’s here, I’m tryna feel mink, nigga.
[Chorus:]
Politics as usual.
[Verse 2:]
I took my Frito to Tito in the district,
Blessed me with some VS,
Somethings I can live with: stop frontin’,
And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised,
No disrespect to you, make sure your word is true.
I’m takin’ wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson
Have a major night off, that’s clean money, the tax write-off,
You ain’t seen money in your life, when it
Comes to this cheese, y’all like Three Blind Mice.
I’m smokin’ bros, who pump Willie, I expose
The furthest you, chiles, been is the Poconos,
My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga, please!10-year felon, heavy on the wrist, I faze yous
With the diamond flooded Jesus and blind your facials
For life, right, it’s Jigga, I keep it tight, nigga.
[Chorus:]
Politics as usual.
[Verse 3:]
You feel my triumph never – feel my pain,
I’m lyin’ low in the leathers, I am the best that’s ever came,
The game changes like my mind just ain’t right,
Rewind, get this dough, I guess it ain’t your night,
Suckin’ me in like a vacuum, I remember
Tellin’ my family, «I’ll be back soon», that was December’85 and Jay-Z rise 10 years later,
Got me wise, still can’t break my underworld ties.
I wear black a lot, in the act, acolyte,
Got matchin’ VCR’s, a huge Magnavox,
Ten inch, green like spinach, pop wines that’s vintage,
It’s a lot of big money in my sentence.
Hittin’ towards a mil’, lip a, written I kill like that,
Chick baby, one-two cat, yeah, I do that,
Ain’t no stoppin’ the champagne from poppin’,
The drawers from droppin’, the law from watchin’ – I hate ’em.
[Chorus:]
Politics as usual.