Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

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

Every thing you see and hear was paid
So, dont try to discredit me, cause my shit isnt more/
Just having to wait, bored, at the stage door/
Cause nothing aches worse than a name on the marquis it aint yours/
And youre desperately to make noise, but all you gets hate,
From record pools thatll chart anything for their next crate/
Or elitist DJs that only vinyl go get pressed!/
But give em a Nas exclusive MP3 and theyll play the dead.
These double-standards can be seen in many arenas of the game/
From radio burn to screens, the shits the same/
Magazines to mix DJs You give em the green, they give the OK
Cause niggas are leading the race, they sell you a dream and spit in your face/
And it isnt to look away, when youre focused on your Budden career/
Pumped up potential, but you cant fire nothing from here/
Need anything Then you gotta do it yourself with no help/
When you make on your own? Then shows to share the whole wealth.
But, Oh well day in a cold hell.
When everyone your coattails are the same cats thatll pray your 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 your back and face forward/
Reviewers best to listen to this they paid for it/
Cause, 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
You can spend lots on a track from the of the month/
And thatll induce you with the buzz, thatll get you news-scoops and the
But Buddy, Im flat broke. So on that note, Ill say to articles/
Bookings for college shows, distribution pushing us hard for
Then you wondering why youre seeing the same over and over/
The more original the flow, then, the the shoulder/
The same reason you cant stand that you heards/
The same reason you know it for word. Dog, its Politics.

My patience is
Cause Im in no position or famous enough to state my opinion/
Of this and its minions, Im staying silent and numb/
Cause you cant put your 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 youd rather take a knife to fuckers/
Heres my final shot at diplomacy this/
Swing for third strike, Im calling you out on the remix/

I breath
And I see
And I move
Im sick and tired of these politics

I cant
And I think
And I cant
Cause Im and tired of these politics.