[Wale]

You gotta understand man

Personifying hip-hop

Try to

[Verse 1: Wale]

I rely on no man, but him that's speakin'. Him that lead him

Bleed on a track, like a pole vault freakish

Accident victim. Meanwhile beatin' up the beat via Benzi

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I bring Maybach. You getter get me

Wale, yeah. All them haters get me

Osmosis, now niggas get me

I spit that halitosis. You got Listerine

I'm that extreme, So haters complain

So Blame It On my Rain. You all lip sync

Wale: I turn beef into mince meat

Your condescending ways don't convince me

And I didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

So I threw it in a rap so I'd remember that

Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me

I play the background whole time Mario 3

Gone

[Hook: X8]

Second Time around

[Brother Ali]

Ha. It's Brother Ali. Hey Benzi my man. You gotta forgive me

I might go a little long. I got some shit I gotta get off my chest right now

Bring it back for me

[Verse 2: Brother Ali]

Rappers can't clap me

Jackers can't gat me

Original meaning of Jazzy Fat Nasty

I don't bite rapper's lines, I bite the captain's arm off

I don't throw shots in the air, I throw that Molotov

Cocktail, reservoir dog my collar off

Y'all scared to get that revolution popping off

You really got the guns you claim in the track

Then my question to you is who you aiming 'em at

You complain that the rap police caught you with a gat under the seat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

But little old me with the few facts that I speak

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

And y'all are soundscanning like a hundred more than me

They kicking you off tour for freaking a chick or two

Verizon dissed me too cause I was too political

Y'all are all safe and shit, y'all are not saying shit

You just snap your fingers and dance and make your label rich

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

This is your chance to say something and you're wasting it

People are starving, you talking bout balling

Can't think of nothing more important than that jargon

Hundred different ways to describe diamonds sparkling

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

I heard that statistic I almost cried

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

What the fuck happened to rap when

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

It ain't my place to say and I hear all that

But fuck that, I live in the hood and we need y'all cats

So as soon as I hear y'al on some real pro black

Then I will gladly go back to my emo rap

They say the truth don't belong to nobody, if you see it you speak it

It would be a sin to keep it a secret

So if I need to breathe then believe that I mean it

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

We ain't buying CDs, we striving to live

And these artists don't need me they already rich

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Rappers can't clap me

Jackers can't gat me

Original meaning of Jazzy Fat Nasty

Busy raising babies and living on tour

Signing off Brother Ali, sincerely yours