Jay Z - Politics As Usual

[Intro]

You know how we do

Roc-A-Fella... forever...

[Verse 1]

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 talking sweet to keys

Cursin' 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 tryin' to feel mink, nigga

[Chorus]

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 frontin'

And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised

No disrespect to you, make sure your 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

I'm smokin' 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, I faze yous

With the diamond flooded Jesus and blind your facials

For life, right, it's Jigga, I keep it tight nigga

[Chorus]

Politics as usual

[Verse 3]

You feel my triumph never - feel my pain

I'm lyin' 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

Suckin' me in like a vacuum, I remember

Tellin' 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 matchin' 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

Hittin' towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that

Chick baby one-two cat, yeah, I do that

Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin'

The drawers from droppin', the law from watchin' - I hate 'em

[Chorus]

Politics as usual