Wack Niggaz

(album: Train Of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1 - 2015)

[Consequence:]
Yeah
Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why why
This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga
Cause number one, duke is driving in the motherfucking projects
With a with a Sebring, and with with a rag off
Y'na'mean? Y-you not balling like that play-boy
Straight up, then the bitch you got playing shotgun
Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon
Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
You wack ass nigga...

[Common:]
Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em
Give 'em dap or pound 'em
See 'em out, they hounding dawg
Saying they got tracks for me to get down on
Saying they hot when that shit don't even sound warm
Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn
The graphic, exposing wack asses
I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard
You think you Catholic trying to appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn't be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like it's after May
Smoke a nigga then I pass to K

[Kanye West:]
The pastor say we going to mass today
We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh
I have to say, since Pac passed away
Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me
First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe
Y'see the whiskay had them girls feeling friskay
You was with mey, she said "Who's the sissay?"
And even if they did wanna get bizzay
Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up
You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts
Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg
Just keep it right thurr like Chingay
Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay
Spanish girls tell ya "No hable ingle"
And everbody wanna run to me for they single
It's funny how these wack niggas need my help
Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself
Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself

[Hook Kanye West:]
(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that
(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just
(Wack nigga) Even if you flossing rocks you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a
(Wack nigga) Biting ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a "
(Wack nigga You wack nigga!)

[Consequence:]
You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you
That's how you know ya flow is weak
Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed to be
You ain't ain't coming close to me
It ain't that you underrated
It's more that you're under dated
And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated
For all your guest appearances
You couldn't get the clearances
For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist
Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill
But you never shot nothing, never have, never will
Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin
Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems

[Talib Kweli:]
In the beginning, God created man in his own image
I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish
Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it
Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it
Na'mean you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest
The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis
All day talking that shit like, "You hold a gat, right?"
The trip you on must be short cause you pack light act right
You got it twisted, telling niggas that you pack heat
You ain't gunning now, you running like an athlete
You ballas need to quit rhyming like Allen I've
Start speaking Nuwaubian and following Malachi
Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real
Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail
All these thug niggas wanna rap
And all these rap niggas wanna thug
And all ya'll fucking the game up
It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up
Asking if I'm nice like fucking with a chick
Who don't give head that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of
I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour
You wack nigga, you about to get shot
Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!
Not that I'm wilding or even promote violence
It's just you're fucking up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!

[Hook]