So you wanna hear about my politics Yeah, I can show you things that can make you sick There's a satellite above me that's taking pics And the army from the west have started sending mix And I'm sat in America doing tricks So the army's looking at me like I'm a bitch And I'm thinking about the babies lying in the ditch Thinkin' if they had a kite phone you would see this shit And what you see on myspace is just a little bit And the story is always fucked by the time it hits Why the hell would journalist be thick as shit? Cause lies=power=politics I'm a singer Never said anything else I didn't lie to you Thinkin' of somebody else Yeah, ego and hate is your burning brick You live in the mansions Stealing from the sick Did my tsunami money go to your chicks? For her Bentley is she riding your dirty dick Your son can go to Harvard to learn the tricks Like economy eats the poor like a twix In the 3rd world stick would sniff you out like dicks You write your own reviews to get away with it You can talk shit to me, I'm used to it You make me hard with the wounds that I had to lick You can pick on me and I can see it out a click You're a racist, I wouldn't trust you one bit I'm a singer Never said anything else I didn't lie to you Thinkin' of somebody else