(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
I don`t wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo
I`m lifted off the indo
I`m poppin champagne, drinkin till I`m jumpin out the windooow, haha If the autotune`s gone bet they`ll all tune in
So I`mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these ni**as is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It`s utterly bologna so I`m Muslim to these rappers
F**k yappin they lucky we don`t clap em
And have them people leakin like they`re CD isn`t mastered
CD is in plasic, these ni**as is has-beens
We ain`t makin friends while these ni**as is Anistons
Dig, these ni**as is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the f**kin clock radios


(HOOK)
We original officially the most original
If we wasn`t so original then we`d be criminal
Wale and K`naan they don`t know is they`re radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radiooo


(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem I`mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain`t run away from no man
And there ain`t been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they`ll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That`s words to my mama, since I was in a starter
A ni**a been a star before I forfeited my scholar
S**t didn`t finish college, s**t wasn`t a problem
S**t my homecoming is here I`m who they call up
So I still be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli been involved
Though everybody`s on me like the Milli V part
Now I`m from the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers keep us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet phenom
But he be`s on that web like he be`s with Pete Parker
Me I`m not shy and my partner`s Somalian
K`naan and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale


(HOOK)


(K`naan)
I don`t know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And don`t perform after him or you might regret
I guess they didn`t get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder than me then you`d be led
And if you had more street cred then you`d be dead
And I`m Somali so I guess I`m just trynna eat bread
F**kin with my people well that`s called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don`t cross me cause my friend I`m no Jesus
I don`t turn cheecks or draw blood like leeches
And my friend`s a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small talk?
Course not, I`m big like horse nut
Under pressure I don`t sweat like my pores shut
I`m from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I`m so sick my ten bars cough
Now I`m off

(Wale)
Hold up, hold up, hold up