Sharp
(专辑: Back To The Feature - 2009)
[Intro Wale talking] K.B. what up? Jonas what up? Haha. Check it. Uh [Chorus Wale] And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade under the
tongue, nigga And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade Ha, uh [Verse 1
Wale] It's nothing like where I
come from That's why I
shed light on the
darker I
come form Nigeria inspired to talk drum The
soul proprietor on the
globe from our sun I
own it Now everybody on it My mind's so bright when that when I
go in you can't notice it no mo' So if I
talk down to a
man Not only do I
enlighten but I
provide a
tan Hopping out a
van Bragging because I
am Draped in green and red like flag of Sudan While you pretend, and you niggas so pretentious I
love a
Tracey Ross but I
don't keep a
girlfriend, look Warm is a
pen from the
hand from the
head That whatever it creates it will land in the
hand In the
pack of the
group They lack what I
do You would think that I
had a
match for a
tooth And I
snap like Bob Backland in the
booth To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as Luke I
Freaknik's and the
Swishers Two dyke bitches while I'm filming them picnic, yum The
District's son Prodigal, the
Prodigy That's Mobb Deep and that is no pun Do Straight bad bitches I
run, through I
put out when I'm cumming I
love to be redundant So I'm hoping that your period is punc-tual On time One rhyme Wale Folarin huh Holler at me [Chorus Wale] And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade under the
tongue, nigga And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade Ha [Verse 2
Torae] The
bars razor blade sharp and no Cold, Antarctic flow, rap nigga, you want to know See my name on a
flier then you ought to go My arsenal, makes for an awesome show And the
discography, something you got to see It's like I
snatched names off of classic LP's I
guess I
sort of did and I
call it Daily Conversation, abbreviation I
made it D.C. The
home of Wale, formerly home of me I
did a
little stint, shout out to the
south east And slid back north of course to pen more Awesome thoughts, record and forward to y'all Underrated so I
over charge Bars is over y'all They hot now, when Tor' drop it's over for 'em I'm light years ahead of you right tiers So the
homie Wale can leave the
hook right Jeah [Chorus Wale] And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade under the
tongue, nigga And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade Ha, uh [Chorus 2
Kingpin Slim] And it weighs a
ton My name's Kingpin Slim and I'ma son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade Ha [Verse 3
Kingpin Slim] I'm important to the
impostors Boppers They impressed with my pimp posture Team shine hard, you'll squint at the
roster Fuck around you gon' need a
stint at the
doctors Clown be careful Fuck boys you should fearful We tote toast like we careful Cheers I
flash smiles at the
mean looks Got a
little too much confidence and seem shook Use my watch as a
pawn to get your queen took I
got a
fetish for fresh, I'm a
clean crook And I
don't need a
coupon when I
cop a
Coupe Cause I'm a
baller all y'all niggas do is lock the
hoop You're saying that's your girl She's a
prostitute I
treat Arnette like a
net when I
stop and shoot Swish Even if I
miss she gon' rebound Homie, got the
industry watching DMV now I
know they gon' see me unless they senile I
pray I
stay up out the
grave and the
penile Meanwhile I'm convertible coasting I
ain't play no more I
converted to coaching And I
rarely get credit so I
keep cash with me Cocaine is a
hell of drug, ask Whitney Yeah, this is creativity on Creatine D.C. about to blow, we know cause we the
guillotine [Chorus Wale] And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade under the
tongue, nigga And it weighs a
ton Dub A.L.E., such a
son of a
gun And I
master every trade under the
sun Talk sharp like a
razor blade