Politricks lyrics

[Verse 1]
Our ancestors saw the future, they fought and they bled
Ni**as these days can’t even see five minutes ahead
Most our people either ignorant, ass backwards or scared
Ain’t got no bread or broke because nobody broke bread
I’m seeing red, ay Bush, why don’t you change your attack?
And send your drunk ass daughters overseas to Iraq
We snatching all our people back, and when we get through
Colin Powell and Condoleeza will be listening to Screw, yeah
I’ll never let these snakes rope me in
Black folks watching the war, talkin’ ‘bout “I hope we win”
Who the hell is ‘we’? The US your enemy too
And when they finish over there, fool, they’ll be coming for you
Now roundup all the sellouts, sucka Toms and tricks
We snatching preachers out the pulpit in 2006
And anybody tryna stop K from doing my duty
I’ma leave your head flatter than a white girl’s booty, uh

[Chorus]
We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006
[Verse 2]
White man, I can’t believe how bold you stand
You call the Mexicans illegal when you stole they land
Coulda helped us in New Orleans but too evil to try
You blew the levees up and left the black people to die
On death row, you executing while you stand saluting
Y’all murdered Stanley Williams and Frances Newton
I’m waiting inside the storm for the rapture to come
If Bin Laden blew up the buildings, why’d they capture Saddam?
Put us in poverty to spark crime and make laws feel us
Lock us up for selling something y’all invented to kill us
Jail is legalized slavery, I’m speaking the fact
And the highest percent of prison population is black
Now prisons on the stock market ‘cause it’s a industry
Killed a black mind, replaced it with white supremacy
To them you still a ni**a slave, dumb and embarrassing
But as soon as they start a war, we all Americans, nah

[Chorus]
We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

We ain’t scared of your politricks
I see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006
[Verse 3: Dope-E]
Woke up from my rest and got out of bed
Put sandals on my feet, wrap a turban ‘round my head
Most high son so I live like a god do
Dope-E the name, got guns, iron rods too
Government gets away with disgusting crimes
I’m all about higher learning like Busta Rhymes
And Ice Cube, terrorist, ain’t a nice dude
You’ve grown to hate me, white boy, but I’m never like you
Bomb threats scaring you with harassing mail
Blow the catholic church up with [?]
Eight trillion dollar deficit, what about taxes? Every time I ask this
Mr. President won’t return my phone call or faxes
Sit around waiting on crackers, freedom never rings
My life done had more blues than BB King
South Park Coalition, we conditioned
Plus in position on top of a roof, death of a politician

[Chorus]
We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006

We ain’t scared of your politricks
We see your crooked ass politics
You want the real, come follow this
Death of a politician, 2006