Artist: Politic Live f/ QB, Nuela Charles, & Saint of Souljah Fyah Album: Ellipsis Song: Executive Summary Typed by: polilive@gmail.com [Intro - QB] In the meantime between time We feature Music For Mavericks recording artist Politic Live So all of di man from the north side, south side, east side, west end Anywhere you come from right now a suh di ting say So all a di gangstas dem, di diva Di man dem weh know tunes Right now know say Politic Live a gwan wit tings Oozeela, Souljah Fyah, K-Riz, TOA Di King in a di building Right now everybody Gimme song signal Light dem Uuuuppp!!! [Arlo Maverick] I got a million dollar name with no money in the bank Yeah my face on a bus, but ain't rich as you thank Cause I'd rather be broke with my soul in tact Than to be a rich nigga, that cannot go back Some artists lose their edge to become dull knives Imprisoned by the fear that their fans won't like Songs that'll challenge, songs that provoke Now their making pop tunes and they songs is a joke So politically correct, they instinctively neglect The possibility their fans are critically adept Now with all due respect, and I do mean some What makes you so smart and your fans so dumb Notoriety, wood; Adaptation, maybe plastic Despite poor sales you inducted them as classics Now here we are to usher in, labels will not sucker them Dilute the potency, just to bring some numbers in, nahhh [Chorus 1X - Nuela Charles] I'm gonna make it hard for them To ever knock me off that horse again (I'm standing up) Up to the world I put my heart in this You're not gonna knock me off I'm gonna make it hard for them To ever knock me off that horse again (I'm standing up) Up to the world I put my heart in this You're not gonna knock me off (I'm standing up) [Dirt Gritie] My work it speaks volumes, my bank accounts mute But I have become numb to the losses of my pursuit This music it is a prism that I have shined through The colors of my lifes what I have shown you But what's an artist to do when his ribs are touching Work part time or find himself with nothing Held many a function sat in on discussions On how we can raise the bar a little something But this is not a race, no cars, I'm not stunting I'm only trying to speak through bars like Stan Williams Trying to reach the children who dream with eyes wide Trying to be the change that they need in their lives But it's not for me to judge this industry showed me love And has giving me power like the one holding the gun The one holding his tongue is he who has none I'll speak for the meek our voices as one [Chorus 1X - Nuela Charles] I'm gonna make it hard for them To ever knock me off that horse again (I'm standing up) Up to the world I put my heart in this You're not gonna knock me off I'm gonna make it hard for them To ever knock me off that horse again (I'm standing up) Up to the world I put my heart in this You're not gonna knock me off (I'm standing up) [Saint] In the wee hours of the morning When everything is still (I'm standing up) I lay staring at the darkness Trying to find the will (I'm standing up) Only to be plagued by roaches Scorpions and mice (I'm standing up) Not to mention politics That's a big crock of tripe (I'm standing up) The light became morning And the morning became day Speaking for myself (I'm standing up) I wish the darkness had stayed The morning became evening (I'm standing up) The sun is going down But equality and justice (I'm standing up) Is nowhere to be found (Elevate, elevate, elevate) Of all these plagues (I'm standing up) I've had my fill Even in the wee hours of the morning (I'm standing up) When everything is still [Outro - Oozeela & Nuela Charles] (I'm standing up) The stone that the builder rejected (I'm standing up) The stone that the builder rejected (I'm standing up)