Jay-Z - Politics As Usual Lyrics

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[Verse 1]

You can catch me

Skating 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 trying to escape my trouble

Kids stop they greeting me I'm talking sweet to keys

Cursing the very God that brought this grief to be

My life is based on sacrifices jewels like Isis

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 Winter's here I'm trying to feel mink nigga

Politics as usual

[Verse 2]

I took my Frito to Tito in the district

Blessed me with some VS

Somethings I can live with: stop fronting

And for the dough I raise gotta get shit appraised

No disrespect to you make sure your word is true

I'm taking 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

I'm smoking bros who pump Willie I expose

The furthest you Chiles been is the Poconos

My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone nigga please

10-year felon heavy on the wrist our face used

With the diamond flooded Jesus and blind your facials

For life right Jigga I keep it tight nigga

Politics as usual

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[Verse 3]

You feel my triumph never - feel my pain

I'm lying low in the leathers I am the best that's ever came

The game changes like my mind just ain't right

Rewind get this dough I guess it ain't your night

Sucking me in like a vacuum I remember

Telling my family: "I'll be back soon"; that was December

'85 and Jay-Z rise 10 years later

Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties

I wear black a lot in the Ac' act a lot

Got matching VCR's a huge Magnavox

Ten inch green like spinach pop wines that's vintage

It's a lot of big money in my sentence

Hitting towards a mil' lip a written I kill like that

Chick baby one-two cat yeah I do that

Ain't no stopping the champagne from popping

The drawers from dropping the law from watching I hate 'em

Politics as usual

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