Splits And Politics

Lyrics

[Intro: Ruste Juxx] All Day! Killer Cartel! (Yeah!) What up! B-double-C (Word!) [Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] Mic check one, two no feedback I bust raps still flippin' on G packs Three stacks per bar 'Cause I'm the illest MC that you heard thus far I got a nine wit' a rubber grip You talk shit, I let six rip through your upper lip Many lives will be lost this year Went from employee to a boss this year Fuckin' judge try to throw that book Snitch pointin' all at me like he know that crook, shit I ain't do it, you can't prove a thing, I Ravish the stage and Rick Rude the ring The tool that I bring, is not for light work Heavy arms when I'm layin' down pipe work Bars come equipped for the rumble Got the world in my grip finna crumble [Scratched Hook x2] "No offense to a player, but yo I don't play" "The game is just a game of splits and politics" "'Cause I don't have no time to sweat what someone else is doin'" [Verse 2: Baby Blak] Make 'em walk the plank like a Viking on a pirate ship One knife, one mask, on that Michael Myers shit Stomp a nigga to the Timbaland tune Just wear the Timberland and throw the vinegar in the wound [I swede?], two clink, three straight through your mother door Bounce off the floor, knock your brother off the hover board Take ya money from the chump like a cover charge Same time e'ry fuckin' day, all summer long Scored the K and the MAC, just murk ya My niggas work the blade like a plastic surgeon Yeah, clappin' iron on the rapid fire No beef, all cheese like an appetizer You niggas actin' just like bitches that can't see us Sweatshirts look like they spilled pitchers of sangrias Fuck around, shoot five for my fuckin' respect Make 'em Duck Down like Dru Ha was cuttin' a check (Ya know what I mean!) [Scratched Hook x2] "No offense to a player, but yo I don't play" "The game is just a game of splits and politics" "'Cause I don't have no time to sweat what someone else is doin'" [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Yeah, I'ma start at your Starter cap You'll be the first down, in ya first down from my .50 Cal automat' You don't want all of that, not a little o' this It's all shits and giggles, bitch! Turn you to Kibbles & Bits Flip the script, chomp down with a overbite I'm like a stage light, shinin', hover over mics I left Arts and Crafts with plenty guns drawn (Pop!) You said you got classics but we talkin' one song (One song) Exposed at ya listenin' party, ain't pickin' up hotties You like body builders with glistenin' bodies Yo, they had to stop right then (Why?) 'Cause you had guys and men on ya iPod skin (Ugh!) When I spray, it'll put some acne on ya (It will!) Group looks like an Iraqi soldier (I am!) And when I popped up (Aw!), you choked on ya blunt said, "God help me." Then you swallowed ya weed and got left with a pot belly [Scratched Hook x2] "No offense to a player, but yo I don't play" "The game is just a game of splits and politics" "'Cause I don't have no time to sweat what someone else is doin'"