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letra de politics (reup) - seazer-mccall

[hook]

tell a story like a n-gga gotta die now (it’s politics) ×2

corpse in tha alley like naw… (it’s politics it’s politics) ×2

[verse]

dead bodies everywhere sound siren in the ghetto
i’m on ma “what tha f-ck?” mode
if ppl thought i gave a f-ck then they haven’t gat the taste d-ck
cous i’m still gon f-ck em
ey
put your mouth where your words at
i’m the twenty second of all the 21 blitz you find chillin at the j-blok’s going mad
can you rap?
lemme check
f-ck ma motherf-ckin oppositions and a 502
yay need tha truce?
if you level a deuce i’ll be the juice
ain’t no 55 neighbourhood crips why tha f-ck would i oppose on the 5-deuce broadway gangster crips ?
nice lines ain’t painty perfect gotta live and strive for freedom without a nap on it
mixing up ma bars in the battle lap,mo-vements around the west coast i’m no barrio
go play your f-ckin mario
cheeseboy like cesario
mary jane prolly gon cost me less than what i pay to ma enemies and ma cat
yeah she got five on it
i pull a fight on it
homie told. me i gotta chill a bit on it
and i said fo shizzle ma nizzle
i’m a virgin i don’t give a f-ck
and this ain’t no smile it’s a smirk when i’m done with it i’mma put a bullet in your head and jive with it
ma sh-tty behaviour sets me and ma music apart from anyone who’s anyone in ma path
i’m don’t talk sh-t i’m the sh-t itself
these n-ggas are dying from hunger reason they don’t spit sh-t through their lines like i do

cous science taught me what you put in is what you get out
now they ate nothing so they spit nothing
come to big papa i know how to put a bread on the table maybe you might spit wheat and put mute to your hunger
i’m talkin bout your weak raps

[hook]
tell a story like a n-gga gotta die now (it’s politics) ×2

corpse in tha alley like naw… (it’s politics it’s politics) ×2

[verse 2]
vision so f-ckin magnified like a bean
these young boys f-ckin on me goin beat biter
can’t really say it’s big
i don wanna stair up a feud on this heat
i juhs wanna chill for now and heal
not that i’m scared
sh-t ain’t worth ma attention
i went for a picnic at the beaver hills park in 2020 and sh-t been safe as ever been safe like a ditch
gat ma fear taken out smashin on every beezy playin around ma meat
n-gga i’m f-ckin on you boo boo head though i’m neat
i chase the checks
i don’t chase a case the popo juhs sh-t in uniform
let it be
mbalula can you hear right naw?
ain’t n0body gat arrested when ma daddy died
i had to keep it in me
f-ck it i thought bout committing a suicide
when that sh-t happened to me
now it’s about chase the papers while they chase the vapours
it’s all about the favours
man i gat lot of flavours in me
you want the beef or you or you gon take the lead?
i gat man groove rappin out some bars n-ggas go man down on me
f-ckin on these streets terrorising everybody’s soul like i’m from beltline
i gat tha holy phantom living in me
under the influence of forty dog in me
these n-ggas ain’t takin me serious when i tel no lie to these riches
they think they f-ckin witches
well i no longer f-ck with b-tches

- seazer mccall

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