Yo   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: x2]   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'   Lyrically 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      [Chorus]