Politx

[Verse 1] The hottest God, [?], don't gotta try I'm so effortless that my effort has now been all forgot And off the top, I'm not looking for a deal I'm aware that Hip-Hop is now terminally ill I permanently will try to heal all wounds Sharp music they can feel until they feel harpooned in Radio spin it, I'm a star to them then They won't ride? Then I carpool them in I let it ride mane, I'm in the H-O-V We can't use her unless we sell her as a H-O-E Nobody cares what a woman gotta say Unless she wearing double D's, throwing nookie in your face And nothing gon' shake unless the oven gon' bake Fresh goodies for their eyes, she's adored by the guys Don't write her own rhymes, nor control her own mind So when the look is out of style, her sales going down [Verse 2] And it ain't been the same since the Payola take over My music made the inventory but they soon erased over it Like hey, we from Sony, man, here's some money all day We want our songs played, who the fuck is Wale? He ain't signed, y'all, he won't shine, y'all And by the way, my art is finna drop and fold Here's the G flex, please drop a couple bombs 'Cause when they hear it those weak n— is gon' follow 'long Fuck if the hood love it, we want the 'burbs, brother The white kids like this so we get platinum numbers We use exaggerated, over-done images Of black men and women, they love it so we can benefit Since '93, everybody from the streets went from Rhyming on peace to throwing diamonds in your piece It's 5% beats, 5% lyrics, it's 90% money This rapping is now a business [Verse 3] Nowadays it's profitable to sign an artist or two Who have been shot, stabbed, or in the box for a few Now I've been locked up a few times but I won't glorify it Especially for an image, when they listen they gon' buy it I'm probably biased 'cause I'm tired of overthugging We know about your keys and how you willing to get it thumpin' Heard about the D's and how they follow your every moment You the coldest killer according to your label, brother I'm not the marketable type that'll start a fight Take it to the guns and rap it on track one Like I've seen 'em, I've done 'em I beat 'em, I cut 'em I did it for nothing But guess what? The city is buzzin' 'Cause I wasn't sure if my shit was gonna sell Fuck a radio tour, I'll do better from a jail So as the clock tickens, watch the plot thicken Concentrate less on your music and work on your politickin'