(featuring Common, & Kanye 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 one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and - with a rag off Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' Like, I to serve that bitch, c'mon really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie You as nigga..
Wack niggas...I don't like to be around 'em Give 'em dap or 'em See 'em out they dawg Singin' they got tracks for me to get on they hot when that shit don't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is porn The graphic wack asses I emcee as as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you tryin' to appeal to the masses The Cassius of rap today Rock a like Castaway You couldn't be for even half a day We it hot like its after May Smoke a then I pass to K
[Kanye The pastor say we to mass today We have to pray, these is wack 'n' eh I have to say, Pac passed away Most these niggas don't even a track from me First of all let's get rid of them Vuitton boots And get yo tall ass out C Class coupe Y'see the whiskAY had them 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 three blunts and fuck up three blunts Motherfucka you a fuck up of free lunch, Just it right thurr like ChingAY Yo don't like me how long has shee been gAY Spanish girls tell ya "No ingle" And everbody run to me for they singlAY (single) It's funny how these wack niggas need my Wasn't around when I feed myself Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't myself Dawg, if I was you I'd kill
[HOOK - Kanye (Singing Voice)] (Wack nigga) up in the morning dawg, and you a (Wack nigga) I'd myself if I was that (Wack nigga) Everything you and rock, is just (Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you (Wack nigga) You do it dawg you's a (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, ass, trick ass (Wack nigga) Even daughter says "My daddy's a - " (Wack - You wack nigga!)
You know you wack when ya dawgs you That's how you know ya flow is 'cause you only got them there to Yes' like Floetry The clique that I ain't impressed by ya poetry You're the place supposed to be You ain't ain't close to me It ain't that you It's more thatn you're under And at best is all the hoes you've ever dated For all your guest You couldn't get the For them it's just a check they respect you as a lyricist at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill But you never shot nothin', never have, never Better add on to ya skills before you this round robin Of super that'll add to ya problems
[Talib In the beginnin', God created man in his own I'm 'bout to tell you how the gon' finish Kweli handle his business don't forget it 'cause a wiseman can to get ignorant with it Na'mean - you all can get it I'm the nicest The way I spit it these niggas all identity crisis All day talkin' that shit like you hold a gat, The trip you on must be short you pack light - act right You got it twisted tellin' niggas that you heat You ain't gunning now you runnin' like an You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Ive Start New ?Wopian? and followin' Malachi Oh, would rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real Instead of on the radio, be dead or in jail All thug niggas wanna rap And all rap niggas wanna thug And all ya'll fuckin' the up It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya up Askin' if I'm like fuckin' with a chick Who give head - that's a no-brainer Niggas bangers you don't even know the names of I'ma bout to meet my quota you to meet ya Saviour You nigga, you about to get shot Fuck with Kweli, that's how you get got Not I'm wylin' or even promote violence It's just you're up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!