Splits And Politics

[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'"