[Verse]

How the hunger around the underground in my dungarees

Now don't come to me like I ain't hungry please, I've come to eat

I gotta mention I tremble, I'm anorexic

Listen to my excuses and you see I'm bulemic

I eat up rap to spit out crap

I'm the shit, I don't need that slack, this Wale

I don't play, I quit school cause of recess

Now I carry a cane like your name Mr. Peanut

See I'm being plain no facetious

I know I'm in the [?] I devour to feed this fetus

Jeans all premium, the sneakers undefeated

The boy in the star so it's right my feet's in 'em

No lying, I got no line, don't pump fake when you got no lineman

I'm Coach Schottenheimer, you're Philip Rivers throwing sidearm

Sit the pine when I guide y'all

[Refrain]

My name Wale, probably know me from the rap

My name Wale, probably know me from the rap

My name Wale, probably know me from the rap

[Break]

Cut the beat man, this is motherfucking A.D.D. dawg, I can't stand one beat, switch it up for me

[changes beat]

[Verse 2]

I'm a Giant like Eli is

A little like Mac, I'm a feline here

See, I'm on cap like a cap on bread

I'm the valedictorian, I don't got class

They say I'm that bad cause they say I'm that asterisk

X sign back slash, yeah I'm backwards

?? Please me, I'm a set fifty

I wear KB breezin' through the madness

This the takeover, I'm flamboyant when my face open

The party's over, this the hangover

Flashy as the wonder be, I got change homie

So get your pics and move your cam like ?? rover

The league's closed since the league opened

Yeah I'm Sandy Koufax, know that boy speak on it

Know me, I be the beast of the beltway

This the fourth quarter and I'm going like Elway

And hell way colder than Wale flowing

I steal from the A&R, gotta stay open

So stay focused like LensCrafters cause I rock like Lenny Kravitz when I pen that

[changes beat]

[Verse 3]

You know I rap it with perfection, capital connection

Mediocre verse though, I gotta bless the next one

The best to come, they all don't equivalate

The hard turn soft and the soft just disintegrate

This is a tender plate, hip-hop's entree

Heatin' up the pot, they don't even make it on tray

And contrary to popular belief, there's not an MC who is as popular as me

People underneath don't amount to my degree

Cause I mounted on my feet and built a mountain full of beef

My buzz like lava, got enough flow to go around like karma

Y'all don't really want none

I got a plethora of never ending flow

Unsigned at the time but I'm better than the pros

I suppose the veterans are slow

LeBron has arrived, Rob Parish gotta go

The callous on my toes, I can't bear it anymore

Everybody know him like Barry with the flow

I am equipped in the dome, I am juking from the hole

When the line don't block, I can still take it home

Line don't block, I can still take it home

When the line don't block, I can still take it home

Take it home

[changes beat]

[Verse 4]

Around here, it's official

I'm not Scooby or Mike but y'all about to listen

Y'all about to get into the District who've been given you all the true stories of the warriors I'm talking of

I am the author, better yet the offspring of awesome

Authentic talk, this is gospel

So hallelujah, all praise to the higher power

I am a tower, watch I will devour music

We some DC troopers, indeed we do it so fluid

And y'all can't chew it if you brewing it

You know the style take awhile to understand

We pimp slapped the game like it's powder in our hand

The power of a man is often neglected when there's doubters in his land

And all the A&Rs getting crowded in Atlanta

Howard's niggas planned this

I'm a tell you why they eatin', we don't understand us

We judgmental, plus we all haters

We hate to learn shit and we too opinionative

And truly I'm a native but they think that I'm faking

When rappers be wearing sweats I be stepping in my papers

Young SBs and some color in my babesters

And Jordans very rarely cause they be making fake ones

I hate haters, this the hater hiatus

It'll take them five days, they'll probably hate us all, dick

I'm saying I'm sick, the industry ain't shit

The energy they giving me ain't helping me a bit

So Imma backpack it while selling all my hits

Imma tighten up my grip, meditate and light a spliff

As strifling as it is, sometimes I wanna leave

There's haters where we live, but we're just trying to eat

And we're just trying to see this whole city here shine

But them all breads faking and they would rather see us die

Fuck 'em

[Outro]

This the year '06, 2006 man, this is the year of the hater hiatus

All my local artists, we targets of the criticism

But don't let it get you nigga, hold your head but most importantly hold your bread

Keep your fans close, get appropriate exposure by your culture so as long as we know where we came from, we won't change none

Wale!