* no unedited version exists - missing words are in brackets
Woo!
Politix, 2000 and 10
Politix like that
Who the hell you talkin` to?
I will knock the black off you!
Come on, come on, come on
Come out swingin`, ha
Politix, heh heh
Check it out
Check it, check it
Yo, I grab motha{fucker} and throw `em across the room
Hit `em with the boom, bam, Gotti
Might body slam a {nigga}
Drop that cat even if he is bigger
See, I know more Kung Fu than Hoof Digger
And I smack a {nigga} before I squeeze the trigga
Let me hit ya with a smack to the grill
And move you back to the real
You suckas act like ya thrilled
Your whole style`s chump, tryna front like you dumb
Huh, what, you just a drunk {fucker} punk
About to get your nose broke, nobody likes those folk
Watch out for them brothas with them swelled flows
You tryna get away, we stickin` you like velcro
I`m steady steppin` over all the posers
I spit the cool lyrics and it froze ya
Just for a second made ya think
Realize we on a break, no time to blink
The future`s now, products of life and times
Be responsible and use your mind
Cuz I`m quick on my feet like a kick from Jack D
That you did not expect, now there`s pain in your neck
Shake it off, yo, you gon` live
Just pay more attention to the gifts we give
Bout to get swung on, bringin` violence to me
I ain`t {fuckin} with y`all, so don`t be {fuckin} with me
You could get swung on if you ain`t actin` right
Did you ever think you would get smacked tonight?
Swingin` on `em
Left rights, right lefts
Upper cuts
Yo, whatever bull{shit} you could bring some
My Kung Fu`s weigh a ton, about to swing one
Rock you, knock you and I sock you
Lock you, stop you, chop you, trick and drop you
I swung with Kung, but now it`s time for hip-hop fool
A fight scene at a club, ain`t enough love
Dope beats get hug, focus precise, this thug
All chromes, y`all swept under the rug
Bodies drug, sucka what, show love
Styles and tactics are not eff-wittable
Don`t attempt.. you wanna limp
Futuristic flow, quite terrific like the glow in the baby`s eye
We be them guys
Get swung on, bringin` violence to me
I ain`t {fucker} with y`all, so don`t be {fucker} with me
I figure to treat a {nigga} like a punchin` bag
If he disrespects my space and gets up in my face
Yo, back up, you better back up
Do I gotta hit you?
And get into an altercation with the {nigga}* with you?
I catch that little faker with the hate naked
I swing (bump bump) like we in Jamaica
Yo, we all got fists but y`all got dissed
Whatever, whatever {nigga}, it`s all Politix
Universal, J. Thorn, Politix been born
Know that, uh uh
Get swung on
Get swung on
(Smack the black off you)
Get swung on
