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Politically Incorrect

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Politically Incorrect was released on September 7, 2025 by ServalanOW Music as a part of the album Politically Incorrect

Song Details

AlbumPolitically Incorrect

Release DateSeptember 7, 2025

LabelServalanOW Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Suno.ai

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

MIhail Orlinov Rangelov

MIhail Orlinov Rangelov

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MIhail Orlinov Rangelov

MIhail Orlinov Rangelov

Producer

Lyrics

I refuse to believe what the TV's selling,

They package up fear, the lies they're telling,

Won't clap for any team just for the crowd,

I play my own game, no rules allowed.

Won't shout "Glory to Ukraine" or "Glory to Putin,"

I'm not in their script, they ain't recruitin',

Don't like manly women, yeah, that's my taste,

Not a crime to admit it, no time to waste.

Don't believe in Black Santa Claus, that's a show,

Won't eat gluten-free bread just to go with the flow,

Don't rub on cream just to chase that tan,

The sun's mine, I'm a natural man.

Got nothing against who you choose to love,

Just don't parade it for clicks above,

Won't argue with trolls, no time to engage,

Won't listen to bearded ladies on stage.

Honestly, man, I don't really care,

Don't know when it ends, don't know where,

But one day I'll blow up, loud and direct,

And it's gonna be politically incorrect.

Honestly, man, I don't really care,

Don't know when it ends, don't know where,

But one day I'll blow up, loud and direct,

And it's gonna be politically incorrect.

I don't sip Aperol Spritz instead of vodka,

If I'm goin' down — let it hit proper,

Don't wear their mask, don't play their game,

I walk my own line, won't march in their frame.

I don't bow to trends, to the hype or the fake,

Don't sell my soul for a quick hot take,

Don't trust sweet talk laced with deceit,

Every sugar smile hides ice beneath.

I refuse to watch them lie on the air,

While they tell me it's all "for the peace we share,"

I don't join in their puppet parade,

My stage is mine, and I'm self-made.

If I speak, I'll say it raw, not dressed,

'Cause silence itself is part of the mess,

And when I blow, it won't be checked,

It'll be pure, strong, politically incorrect.

I'm not in their script, I don't play their role,

I don't march in their lines, I don't sell my soul,

If I'm here, I'm here with my own speech,

Not praying to the gods that their lies preach.

My words might cut, but they cut in truth,

Better hated for real than loved in spoof,

And when the world says "shut up, forget,"

I'll speak louder — politically incorrect.

Written by: MIhail Orlinov Rangelov

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