DESCRIPTION:
Unofficial music video for the streetsingle "Politics" Ft. Young & Wayne Beckford. From the album "The Exaggeration", dropping late 2011.

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Produced by Turkman Souljah for Hideout
Mixed & Mastered by Glenn Rottland

Shot & Directed by Zavari
Edited and colorgraded by Jacob T.

Thanks to:
Redline Records
Sinners Ink
St Valentin
Les Deux
Mayback Studio
& Everyone involved!

Lyrics:

Politicking, Politics x4

Verse 1 (Negash):
Close your eyes, imagine the magic
The only moment that matters
Only Kodak that captures
Frames, when the picture was painted fractured

Stomp x3 Greener pastures
Hands to the sky, can u catch us?
Can I atleast get to ask ya
If heaven got a ghetto for a bastard

My head cold & my heart warm
Charming the shit out of my charm
It ain't where you at, its where u from
But they don't really get where I'm from

So, fuck A&R's not understanding an Artists Repertoire
If Tarantino was here he'd tell you, you put that dog on reservoir

Chorus: (Wayne Beckford)
You call yourself a rapper, what you talking bout'?
The only thing that u should do is shut your fucking mouth
I've seen all your potions, illusions & tricks
You ain't got no lyrics all you got is politics

You call yourself a rapper, what you talking bout'?
The only thing that u should do is shut your fucking mouth
I've seen all your potions, illusions & tricks
You ain't saying nothing all I hear is politics

Politicking, Politics x4

Verse 2 (Young):
Her i landet er vi mange der færdes
Blandt dumme folk der tror at de ved bedre end de belærte
Livet har vi det svært med, så lad os hermed
Gi' jer denne plade som en trøst som et værested

Som et univers hvor stjernerne er i færd med
At rette sig på ret linje, uh lad det være ved
Jeg mener vare ved, jeg ber' bønner ser synder
Blive begået smilende som om der er noget smart ved

At leve i den hurtige bane, nigga sæt din fart ned
Hold dit overblik manden bag rattet sover ikk
Hele fucking branchen holder et stort sexsalg
Vi alle produkter af et narcissistisk objektvalg

Ubevidst, ophidset, når vi ser et 6-tal
Råber højt mens i sover, la' os vække alle niggers
Glem jeres had til bøssen og jøden
Og tag ansvar for jeres handlinger når i kysses af døden

Chorus: (Wayne Beckford)
You call yourself a rapper, what you talking bout'?
The only thing that u should do is shut your fucking mouth
I've seen all your potions, illusions & tricks
You ain't got no lyrics all you got is politics

You call yourself a rapper, what you talking bout'?
The only thing that u should do is shut your fucking mouth
I've seen all your potions, illusions & tricks
You ain't saying nothing all I hear is politics

Politicking, Politics x4

Verse 3 (Negash)
Close your eyes, imagine the madness
When they throw their hands up
So keep them high like you can't just touch
Maybe we could question som answers

That either or
You spit it out, you reexplore or eat it raw
You want the fame, to be adored and feel allure
As long as your on Billboard they're really yours

But who's walking alongside?
Once your feet is sore, casualty of war
You don't hold that key to door
You & wifey got re-divorced
Am I black enough for ya, for ya?

My hands shaking but my gut calm
Ice in my veins sweat in my palm
Don't stress life death is gon' come
Don't stress life death is gon "ah-ah-ah-ah"

You call yourself a rapper, what you talking bout'?
The only thing that u should do is shut your fucking mouth
I've seen all your potions, illusions & tricks
You ain't saying nothing all I hear is politics

Politicking, Politics x4