[Intro]
Yeah
To all my fans
The people that don’t know
What I been going through to make my own

[Verse 1]
Now it’s time to hurt your feelings as it upsets music industry fan
Hey, yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right?
You think I’m a monster, ill circus clown
I’m not a specimen don’t look at me funny when I come around
A&R been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to re-duplicate me
But they can’t, so they hate me
While white boys run the head of black music
With a Japanese assistant
What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game?
That’s a shame
As I see and watch BET there’s a million uncreative rappers
Trying to be me
I’m startin to feel like Jimi Hendrix when they covered the story
“Who Started Rock”
Magazines putting blankets over my interviews
They don’t wanna see me on Channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me recordin’ my album
Sendin’ producers with wack tracks and dats
Messin up my whole format
Can you imagine doin’ somethin’ on a Neve board with Con Funk Shun
With an alternative hippy kid from the label watchin’ your back
Talkin’ about “Mariah Carey’s funky!”
Makin’ the average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While I break out to the shopping mall
He’s making a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be regular like Dru Hill
And a little more ill
(Hey, Keith, we want you to be ill!)
[Chorus]
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics

[Verse 2]
Of course I’m hard to work with cuz you hard to work with
I don’t wanna meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate
I’m tryin’ to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? Cuz I’m original
And you can’t do the material?
When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I’m into one of my three luxury apartments
Eatin’ Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low
I take my bike, ride down to Wells Fargo
How long is it gon’ take? nine hundred thousand and clear
Talkin’ wit’ a clerk, “I don’t need a Benz this year.”
Took care of my paperwork
Takin a United taxi out to Vegas
While the average R&B group is doin’ a promo concert
Ignorin’ yo’ phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC’s
Tryin’ to get me to rap on a wacky ass track for one G
How dare you try to insult me
I got forty grand for three minutes to write a song wit Prodigy
Other crews don’t get budgets
Got the nerve to call me
Welcome to the business, stand as a witness
Work on your stomach, do physical fitness
I ain’t playin, all this African stuff, all look the same
I don’t need a Joe Neckbone puttin’ his artwork on my CD
Drawin’ Apple Jacks and Honey Comb
Wit me sittin on a throne
No, I’m takin’ a regular picture
By the Hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides, I do wear a coat in the Winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants
(Ooooh)
[Chorus]
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics

[Verse 3]
Why do think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don’t you wear it, put on some wings like a parrot
Let’s discuss this contract
While you hypin’ up a normal female group wit fat cellulite
That sound wack
Most of y’all goin’ out like Uncle Toms
Like Louis Armstrong
Wearin’ a tattoo and goin’ on stage like Tracy Chapman
I canceled a big tour cuz I was prepared
Y’all on the road with per diem money and y’all scared
While y’all walk and look hard
Yo’ manager’s got his name all over your versatile card
And plus this video treatment sucks
The fish lens effects
The lens to the camera only costs a hundred bucks
Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
I done this before, fourteen degrees freezin’ cold
Doin’ “Poppa Large” wit a cage on my head
That’s dead
Don’t get yo’ imagination too messed up
I’m wearin’ a Yankee Hat and a Starter, I’m not dressin’ up
How you gon’ tell me what to wear?
I don’t need Mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big group like Pantera
Experience, Next Plateau, Mercury, Wild Pitch
BMI, Capitol, Dreamworks
Never got dropped
Put my lyrics away and stopped
Too many people wit hands in my project
Havin’ fantasies of me bein’ Superman
You actin’ stupid man
I’m like Prince, you might see me once every five years
At the record company
While most of y’all live at the label beggin for yo’ rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing routine dances for advances
(Oooh, he livin’ foul!)
[Chorus]
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Politics, politics