(featuring Common, Consequence & West)
Talking] Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me you why - why nigga...why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga 'cause number one, is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and with - a rag off Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like play-boy up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun Like, I used to that bitch, c'mon Really really good, I mean and you shirt and tie You as nigga..
Wack niggas...I even like to be around 'em Give 'em dap or 'em See 'em out they dawg they got tracks for me to get down on Singin' they hot when that don't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my is sound porn The exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Bastard You you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses The Cassius Clay of rap Rock a like Castaway You couldn't be dope for half a day We keep it hot like its May Smoke a nigga then I to K
[Kanye The pastor say we goin' to today We to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh I have to say, since Pac away Most these niggas don't deserve a track from me of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots And get yo ass out that C Class coupe Y'see the whiskAY had girls feelin' friskAY You was wit mAY (me) she "Who's the sissAY?" And if they did wanna get bizzAY Freaky like and roll the weed up You would roll three and fuck up three blunts Motherfucka you a up of free lunch, dawg keep it right thurr like ChingAY Yo girl don't like me how long has shee gAY Spanish girls tell ya "No ingle" And everbody wanna run to me for they (single) It's funny how these niggas need my help Wasn't around when I couldn't feed Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't myself Dawg, if I was you I'd myself
[HOOK - West (Singing Voice)] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the dawg, and you a (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was (Wack nigga) you wear and rock, is just (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' you still (Wack nigga) You do it dawg you's a (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, ass, trick ass (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My a - " (Wack - You wack nigga!)
You know you wack when ya dawgs you That's how you know ya is weak 'cause you only got them there to Yes' like Floetry The clique that I oversee impressed by ya poetry the place you're supposed to be You ain't ain't comin' to me It that you underrated It's more thatn under dated And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've dated For all your guest You get the clearances For them it's just a check they don't you as a lyricist Look at what ya is, Murder, Death, Kill But you never shot nothin', never have, will Better add on to ya before you join this round robin Of super that'll add to ya problems
Kweli] In the beginnin', God man in his own image I'm 'bout to tell you how the gon' finish Kweli handle his niggas don't forget it 'cause a wiseman can shoose to get with it Na'mean - you all can get it I'm conisdered the The way I spit it give these niggas all crisis All day talkin' that like you hold a gat, right? The trip you on must be short you pack light - act right You got it twisted tellin' niggas that you pack You ain't gunning now you like an athlete You ballas need to quit rhymin' Allen Ive Start speakin' New and followin' Malachi Oh, anything would rhyme, you need to sell for real of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail All these niggas wanna rap And all rap niggas wanna thug And all fuckin' the game up time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' a chick Who don't give head - a no-brainer Niggas back bangers you don't know the names of I'ma bout to meet my quota you about to meet ya You wack nigga, you to get shot Fuck Talib Kweli, that's how you get got Not that I'm wylin' or promote violence It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a smoke in silence?!