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'