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, nig-ga [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... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight, nig-ga [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 Check 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