Woo, Politix, 2010
Politix like that
"Who the hell you talkin' to? I will knock the black off you"
Come on
Come out swingin', ha
Politix (I did all of this)
Check it out
Check it, check it, check it

Yo, I grab, and throw 'em across the room
Hit 'em with the boom, bam, God
Might body slam a nigga
Drop that cat even if he is bigger
See, I know more Kung Fu than Hoof Digger
And I'll smack a, before I squeeze the trigger
I'd rather hit you with a smack to the grill
And bring you back to the real, you suckas act like you kill
Your whole style's chump, tryna front like you dump
Huh, what, you just a drunk, punk
About to get your nose broke, nobody likes those folk
Watch out for the brothas with them swell flows
You tryna get away, we stick to you like Velcro
I'm steady steppin' over all opposers
I spit them cool, lyrics and it froze ya (woo)
Just for a second made ya think
Realize we on the brink, no time to blink
The future's now, products of life and times
Be responsible and use your mind
'Cause I'm quick on my feet like a kick from Jet Li
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
Y'all could get swung on bringin' problems to me
I ain't, with y'all, so don't be, with me
You could get swung on if you ain't actin' right
Did you ever think you would get smacked tonight?

Politix swingin' on 'em
Left-rights, right-lefts (uppercuts)

Yo, whatever bull- you could bring some
My Kung Fu's weigh a ton, about to swing one
And, you, rock you, knock you when I sock you
Block you, stop you, chop you, trip and drop you
I swung with Kung, but now it's time for hip-hop, fool
I never broke (hip-hop) like Jet Li
A fight scene at a club, ain't enough love
Dope beats get her, vocals precise and snug
All chromes, y'all swept under the rug
Bodies drug, sucka, what? Sho nuff
Styles and tactics are not f-withable
Don't attempt, you wanna limp?
Futuristic flow, quite terrific
Like the glow in a baby's eyes, we be them guys

Get swung on, bringin' problems to me
I ain't, with y'all, so don't be, with me
I figure to treat a, like a punchin' bag
If he disrespects my space and gets up in my face
Yo, back up, repeat it, back up, do I gotta hit you?
And get into an altercation with the, with you?
I catch that little faker with a haymaker
I scream, "Bup, bup" like we in Jamaica (bup, bup)
Yo, we all got fists but y'all got dissed
Whatever, whatever, , it's all Politix
Universal, J. Thorn, Politix been born
Know that, uh, uh (yeah)

Get swung on
Get swung on (smack the black off you)
Get swung on (whippin' everybody)
Get swung on

Crazy

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Myron Mckinley, Stanley Clarke