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• Politics - Bad Religion
• Politics - Korn
• Politics - Royce Da 5'9''
• Politics - Damned
• Politics - All
• Politics - Zebrahead
• Politics - Quo Vadis
• Politics - The Damned
• Politics - Thompson Twins
• Politics - Classified
• Politics - Toxic Narcotic
• Politics - Tonedeff
• Politics - Sean Hayes

Economy, technology, doesn't really work.
Can't try running for government, I'm not a jerk!
I've tried to see these faces all around the way
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.
What is right and what is wrong?
The government decides.
You don't have no rights at all,
As long as you don't fight.
We're all being oppressed by the upper middle class.
The government you vote for is the one that you put there.
I've put down enough dues, I'm due and so are you.
Residents fear the President, I'm not the government
We ignore the masses of the whole entire race.
Men in suits ? without a happy face
Economy, technology, doesn't really work.
Can't try running for government, just anoother jerk.
I've tried to see these faces all around the way

Everyone's corrupt
You should just shut up
Lay down, back off
The demon you disrupted
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics
Don't give a shit about politics
You want to sleep with him to get to who you need to know
Think that's the way to go don't you?
It's in religion, sex, and everything we do and say
I look the other way won't you?
Everybody's race
Lying to your face
Kick's you in the gut
Slayed you here all messed up
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics
Don't give a shit about politics
You want to sleep with him to get to who you need to know
Think that's the way to go don't you?
It's in religion, sex, and everything we do and say
I look the other way won't you?
Tiny splinters are in your soul (and they remain there)
Darkest life in the deepest hole (you sit and pray there)
All the deals from the things you've done (you wouldn't ever work for)
What you thought was so much fun (you have to pay for)
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics
Don't give a shit about politics
You want to sleep with him to get to who you need to know
Think that's the way to go don't you?
It's in religion, sex, and everything we do and say
I look the other way won't you?
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics
Don't give a shit about politics
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics

Be quiet (Yeah)
I know what you thinking (Yeah)
Who the hell is that (Yeah)
You in the club minding ya own business (Yeah)
And out of nowhere you here this (Yeah)
How you supposed to act (Yeah)
Neptunes (Yeah)
Royce 5'9 (Yeah)
It's my year baby, uh (Uh)
Twelfth grade rode around, started out small (Uh)
My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl (Uh)
We was all outlaws wit our fists balled (Uh)
We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw (Uh)
MCer's battlin' at the club, for the plug
Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love
That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough
I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up (Uh)
Uh oh, reality check, hold up (Uh)
I gotta figure out a way, to get this dough up (Uh)
I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (Yeah)
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9, baby)
I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard (Yeah)
He said look if you gon' be a star, be a star (Yeah)
I got hot, got a deal took rap (Yeah)
Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
Yo, yo, it's all simple, make a million off the intro (Ugh)
Y'all don't want it, 'cause you still say ya fin' to (Ugh)
I'm finna blow, like this shit is so mental (Yeah, ugh)
That's your life, your problem, and your pencil
Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich (Whoo)
You a fool if you don't, you see this (Bitch)
Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me (Bling, bling)
I don't won't respect, I want you to fear me (Yeah)
Now look at me, this shit is getting real now (Uh)
I want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel now (Uh)
I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now (Uh)
You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now (Come on baby)
Come on wit it, I can afford to kill now (Afford, baby)
Look at my son, ask him how he feel now (How you feel)
It's real now, daddy's got a pill now
Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, (Bye) what the deal now (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Yeah)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly (Rock City)
Yo you would love for me and you to switch places won't cha (Uh)
You love hatin' don't cha, hate just to hate, don't cha (Uh)
In the clubs yelling loud, like you wanna fight (Uh)
But I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonight (Naw, baby)
I'm the king, yo I'm like the son of Jesus
We got guns, and we'll use 'em, so please believe it (Yeah)
Last had to try me, yeah I looked passed him
But notice he's nowhere around, for you to ask him (Ha, ha, ha)
Long as I gotta crew, and two in the safe baby (Yeah)
You could scream 'til you BLUE in the face baby (Yeah)
We getting ours, we don't care who in the way baby (Yeah)
Lock and key, ain't nothin' you could save baby
We don't want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys (Whoo)
And we don't want the game neither, we just want the money
It makes sense don't it, the blocks wit me (What)
Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City (Yeah)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Detroit Rock City)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Bring it back baby, uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we just hot (I hear you, baby)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)

i used to get real bored in class
i don't need no politics to make me dance
no rules, no laws, no regulations
no fashion strips, no race relations
(chorus)
i just wanna run around
i don't wanna settle down
politically fashionable scenes
fascist managers dreams
my politics don't sell clothes
and rights don't sell my songs
if i vote for something its something
its something i can see
give me fun not anarchy

Keep your politics out of my life
Your politics out of my face
Your politics out of my way
Maybe I wanna drink myself to death
Yeah, I voted - for none of the above
Who the fuck are you to tell me what to believe in?
Keep your politics out of my life
Your politics out of my way
Your politics out of my music
Nobody can control me
I'm gonna do what I wanna do
Hey Mr. President, you can suck my cock

Firewall, school halls, cop cars protecting
You are lying, buying everything they're feeding you
My brother has a boss
He searches with a cause
They say your generation is lost,
But I can hear the boys (GO) and girls (GO),
We are alive, boys (GO) and girls (GO),
We are alive, boys (GO) and girls (GO),
We are alive, boys (GO) and girls (GO),
What about you?!
The politics of you!
The politics!
Oh life, with eyes wide open
Defy, we can't be broken
Their lies, they must be choking
Take the politics of you and I just throw it all away
Anarchy, energy, melody,
Y'all got a voice so scream out loud and make a choice,
And no cover has a cost,
You've been double crossed,
They say your generation is lost
But I can hear the boys (GO) and girls (GO),
We are alive, boys (GO) and girls (GO),
We are alive, boys (GO) and girls (GO),
We are alive, boys (GO) and girls (GO),
What about you?!
The politics of you!
The politics!
Oh life, with eyes wide open.
Defy, we can't be broken.
Their lies, they must be choking,
Take the politics of you and I just throw it all away
The politics of you (This was for the lost cause)
The politics of you (Live with all the have-nots)
The politics of you (Get ready for the onslaught)
The politics of YOU!
Oh life, with eyes wide open.
Defy, we can't be broken.
Their lies, they must be choking,

Usta pelne wody
Zimne kamienne twarze
Mowia za nas
Mysla za nas
Robia co chca
Leja potokiem slow
Bez zadnych znaczen
Mowia za nas
Mysla za nas
Robia co chca
POLITYKA - Jad weza
POLITYKA - Puste serca
Dajcie nam swiety spokoj

i used to get real bored in class
i don't need no politics to make me dance
no rules, no laws, no regulations
no fashion strips, no race relations
(chorus)
i just wanna run around
i don't wanna settle down
politically fashionable scenesfascist managers dreams
my politics don't sell clothes
and rights don't sell my songs
if i vote for something its something
its something i can see
give me fun not anarchy
(chorus)

Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired
Give me a punctual bliss
He's in love with a velvet glove
Soon he'll feel the fist
His senses are reeling
He can't sit still
He's got that same old feeling
The same old thrill
The same old thrill
Goose flesh, giggling, stimulating scenes
Pleasure is a means to the end
Hedonistic high time
He can't get enough
Physical encounters can offend
Drinking like a fish out of water high and dry
When there's no tomorrow he doesn't even try
Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run
Don't take it easy
No don't take it
Don't you touch the flesh, the fragile flesh
He's never going to get near the heart
He can prodel, he can poke but it won't get him closer
He's only playing a part
Across the threshold he feels his nostrils flare
The stifling perfume is so thick in there
Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run
Don't take it easy, no don't take it
Don't take it easy, Don't take it easy
Don't take it, Don't take it
Don't take it, Don't take it
Don't take it, Don't take it
Don't take it, Don't take it
Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired
Give me a punctual bliss
He's in love with a velvet glove
Soon he'll feel the fist
His senses are reeling
He can't sit still

It's all about politics
Yo hmmm Yo
Check, check
Steady, steady
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop
It's all about politics in this game
Who ya know, How to make ya doe maintain
Gotta make them know the last name
Or gotta have a steady back frame
Just to keep yourself up
In my position no one else will help me up
And maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm not
Maybe I had it up to hear with that
I could get what you got, from your father
Cousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you
signed
And you still ain't sellin' kid
hmm, kinda makes me wonder and frown
Got all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the
underground
Trying to make moves, y'all about to lift off
Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop
y'all need to make this shit stop
Put away your gimmickry to act for Chris Rock
I'm sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no
effort
y'all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner
record
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it
spittin'
Ya need to recognize its steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill, ain't nobody
gonna listen
Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking
[Verse Two]
Ever since day one I never rhymed for green
never had nobody pullin' strings behind the scenes
And never had nobody with their hand around my shoulder
teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older
Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true
Never asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crew
And fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got
lines
Always trying to front, you write articles not rhymes
Don't let it get confusin', but if it comes to me and
we going toe to toe y'all losin'
Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track
makin critics look stupid
This ain't a optic allusion stop the confusion
I'm white and I drop tight music
Over looked, under used stop the presses
y'all in class now and ya failed the fuckin' test kid
Steady, politicking
And either way when I started I lacked vision
You never found class on the mic ass kissin'
I tracks hit 'em with velocity, authority
Doing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore me
Try to block this out your mind
See what happens when I'm bold to knock you out your
prime
I ain't trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhyme
But if I do, I'll leave your ass broken without a dime
So keep that on your mind

I hate the politics, causes more problems than it'll ever fix, all this talk about unity, from a bunch of elitists and hypocrites, I hate the politics, punx fighting in their own cliques, throwing rocks and swinging sticks, can't be unity without tolerance, I hate the policy, of uniformed anarchy, if everyone was just like me, we'd lose our sense of identity, can we get this shit together, can we work it out? Or just keep talking shit, and fighting amongst ourselves, breakdown all the politics, and what have you got? Poor versus rich, which side are you on, take your pick, because all this bickering makes me sick, you're full of shit

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 motherfuckers,
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 OK
Cause 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 fuck!? 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 fuckers/
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

no more politics, i know what's next
call me hypocrite, and burn down bridges
i got a river running through my neck
i got a river running through my heart
and all the blood, it spills, runs to the ocean
while the oceans rise up and mingle with the air
growing fingertips and semen-stained covers
singing mercy me, oh god, oh ecstasy, oh yeah, right there
fantastic chicks, strawberry hips
light me a candle, blow out my wish
unconscious id, turns toward the sun
knows where the warmth is, knows what it wants
wants to be filled in, wants to be filled up
i want to be reborn, i want to be re-loved
and all the babies born swim from the ocean
all the rain that falls runs into the sea
growing crazy mixed-up frogs that preach the coming of disaster
singing mercy me, oh god, oh hell and ecstasy
El Dorado blues, nowhere left to run
grandma got plutonium under the rug
fanatical bliss, fanatical fire
fanatics don't let their babies go dancing
you repress the beat, you repress the wine
your momma mistook you for a lion
she cut off your head, she don't know you're dead
and all the streets you ruled run red
mmm, the grass grows green where the homeless man sleeps
and the mystic sneezes rain [shawls](?), i like your polka-dotted panties
and the heat grows desire as a white back arches
under a hot blue sky, sunny afternoon in the park
ha la na na, ha na na na
la na na, na na na
etc. etc.
no more politics, i know what's next
you call me hypocrite, come on burn it down
no more politics, i know what's next
we're all hypocrites, come on burn it down
go on, burn it down