[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"] Give me a mountain. me a sea Put your mind on wonderland, be you want to be. Wooow Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my Politics. Ha my Politics. Ha my Politics. Ha my Politics. Ha my Politics. Ha my Politics. Ha my
Da 5'9"] Seven years and countin, I've been For rap problems 'Cause accountant countin his rap The ice watch on the sleeve of the white Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in Standing on top of the bottom You pack up now that the dirty glove is with me Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you 'Cause you can get it for Your whole rap up out you If I get you back up Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be They me the anti-core, anti-talk Anti, it comes to gettin the kind of hugs That come from a fake That show me a sign of Who am I to but you would not out of love Walk up if I was up like a Tsunami flood I ain't to bug But why you got to shove on..
Da 5'9"] Excuse me I school them on how to pay these dues Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me, The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes Everybody fill Jay-Z shoes I it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu 'Cause y'all sick, what exists, can't be you I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be Yo bitch call me dick with the candy nuts But shit sweet, don't get it twisted beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash I'll a sock in any nigga mouth in any market If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment While he drinkin, him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin 'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the Is nothin to toughen you out, is you frontin about We you in, I'm cuttin you out
Da 5'9"] Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the Superb finisher, administer words like The tall tales of the low of a poet rolled up in the pen that he holds up He holds it to holy grail, he saw the soul he was since told his flows, the code decoded Since chosen, he prays But everytime he spot a revolvers inside His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold Red beam be on sight, we got weed neon green We got a one yay, Deion white, green Your last breath, you about five away from death you the leon type, so muahh Make you rest in No records bein sold, less is me nine, unsigned
[Spoken - Royce] Yeahh, Da 5'9", my nigga Nottz This is a M.I.C and with collaboration Ladies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. go
[Royce and Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). me a sea (All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put mind on wonderland (I smell you my nigga). Be what you to be. (Dream my nigga)
politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]