Tv In The Radio

Wale

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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'm a 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

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    [Wale:]
    They told me go in, no problem I'm a 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 Naija 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 lead
    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 friends aim at knees, sparkin' 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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    Composición: David Andrew Sitek, Keinan Warsame y Olubowale Akintimehin

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