Political Fallout
Kendrick Lamar

Verse 1:
Yo, I'm surgical when I dissect a political spectacle,
Front row at the comedy show, call it Biden's electrical.
Chillin' in the basement, with a script for a presidential tour,
Got you on your knees, but ain't no one callin’ it a prayer, for sure.
Bust a rhyme with clarity, exposing your fallacy,
Don’t trip Biden, you might lose your balance, G.
Whispers in the White House, echoing your fragility,
Your words like a puzzle, but the pieces missin’ visibly.
45 had his flaws, but you ain't the remedy,
Stumbling through sentences, man, are you kidding me?
From corners to congress, we seein’ your dilemmas,
Only thing you raisin’ is the national dementia.
Talk of unity, but your actions divisive,
Line ‘em up, back ‘em down, your policies are oppressive.
Heartbeat of the nation skipped under your reign,
This ain't a circus but you still clownin', entertain.

Chorus:
Political Fallout, you can't escape it,
From the oval office to the basement.
Double talk, double play, now you faced it,
King with no crown, in a divided state’s den.

Verse 2:
Forty-six, more like one big mix of confusion,
Policies like illusion, just political pollution.
Droppin' bars heavy, like the economy’s decline,
Inflation soaring high, while you’re sipping on that wine.
Memory lapse, your speeches bring amnesia,
Do us a favor, just fade into the leisure.
Shady with the deals, under backdoor lights,
All your whispers turn to screams in the middle of the night.
Cracked facade, can't hide the incompetence,
We see through the charades, past all your pretense.
From war zones to home, your coverage weak,
Your decisions incoherent, this nation’s screaming weak.
Swear I got more sense in a single verse,
While your whole term’s a disaster, gotta reimburse.
Double entendre, you’re a placeholder, not a boss,
Caught in your own web, Biden, you lost.
Flipping scripts, cracking whips on policy shifts,
Political fallout, a landslide of rifts.

Chorus:
Political Fallout, you can't escape it,
From the oval office to the basement.
Double talk, double play, now you faced it,
King with no crown, in a divided state’s den.