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Politics As Usual
by Jay-Z



You know how we do Roc a Fella... forever... 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 tryin' to escape my trouble
Kids stop they greetin' me I'm talkin' sweet to keys
Cursin' the very God that bought this wreath to be
My life is based on sacrifices, jewels like ices

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, with this here, I'm tryin' to feel made nig-ga

Politics as us-ual... 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 you 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
A smokin' bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please

Ten year felon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
You'se for life... straight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga

Politics as us-ual...
You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin
Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came
The game changes like, my mind just ain't right

We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night
Suckin' me in like a vacumn, I remember
Tellin' my family I'll be back soon, that was December
Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later

Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties
I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot
Got matchin' VCR's, a huge Magnavox
To nitch, 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 faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat
Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin'
The drawers from droppin', the law from watchin', I hate em

Politics as us-ual
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written by Carter, Shawn C / Willis, D / Biggs, Cynthia De Mari / Wansel, Dexter G
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group