Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

Oh mercy, me.
At point of my career I should already be on my third CD/
But every turn of the way has met with adversity/
But Im cursed, it seems, and I been disserviced
And its herbs like these, got my blood boiling to the third degree/
And Im nervously this urge to just burst and scream/
Feeling the thirst for revenge! I can no longer
That mentally I be plummeting off the deep end/
Im seeking these trendy motherfuckers,
Just so I can teach never to speak on any of us/
Theres you wanna say?
Get that other rappers out your throat! No wonder hes been coming out your face/
Son, never doubt The Plague, cause we infect against even the
medicines and vaccines, and bactrine/
Im fed up the rap scene/
As Im Dealing with an amount of politics that would even the president bad dreams/

Every thing you see and hear was paid
So, dont try to discredit me, cause my isnt played more/
Just imagine having to wait, bored, at the stage
nothing aches worse than a name on the marquis when it aint yours/
And youre desperately to make noise, but all you gets hate,
biased record pools thatll chart anything for their next crate/
Or elitist DJs only spin vinyl go get pressed!/
But give em a Nas MP3 and theyll play the shit dead.
These vicious double-standards can be seen in arenas of the game/
From radio burn to video screens, the shits the
From Magazines to mix DJs You give em the green, they the OK
Cause niggas are greedy leading the race, they sell you a and spit in your face/
And it isnt easy to look away, when youre focused on Budden career/
Pumped up with potential, but you cant fire nothing from
Need anything done? Then you gotta do it yourself no help/
When you make on your own? Then everyone shows to the whole wealth.
But, Oh Another day in a cold hell.
When everyone riding your coattails are the same cats thatll pray record dont sell/
I wont settle for NO about room for improvement/
When you boo at QN5 and to review the music/
Bitch, youre fronting on the future, stop watching back and face forward/
Reviewers best to listen to like they paid for it/
Cause, what the fuck!? Do I to get shot to get props?
Do you need talent? I guess not but with drug and a guest spot/
You can spend lots on a from the producer of the month/
And thatll you with the buzz, thatll get you news-scoops and the pub/
But Buddy, Im flat broke. So on note, Ill say goodbye to articles/
Bookings for college shows, distribution us hard for dough/
you wondering why youre seeing the same niggas over and over/
The more original the flow, then, the colder the
The same reason you cant stand that verse you
The same reason you it word for word. Dog, its Politics.

My patience is
Im in no political position or famous enough to state my opinion/
Of this game and its minions, Im staying silent and
Cause you cant put foot in your mouth or swallow your words while youre biting your tongue/
So with nice-guy reluctance, Im my grudges/
And its hard to be polite with others when youd rather take a knife to
my final shot at diplomacy believe this/
Swing for your third strike, Im calling you out on the

I cant
And I see
And I cant
Cause Im sick and tired of politics

I sleep
And I think
And I cant
Cause Im sick and of these politics.