Wale

Wale - TV In The Radio lyrics

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(feat. K'naan)




[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 niggas 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 

Fuck 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 niggas is has-beens 

We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons 

Dig, these niggas is fake joe 

Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin 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 nigga been a star before I forfeited my scholar 

Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem 

Shit 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 

Fuckin 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
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