[Intro:]

(10Deep!)

Swagg… er

This is a mixtape about... nothing, hahaha

Not on drugs

If you bear with me, you might see the undertone of the undertonéd message that's at hand—at the— you know what I'm talkin' bout? Yeah

Look

[Verse]

Hmm, what's the deal with this rap stuff?

Since Napster, the sales been crashin', and

Since Napster, the game's been flooded by has-beens

And never-will-be ringtone rappers

Hmm, what's the deal with these ringtones?

Niggas buy ringers—can't pay their bill, though

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Issues, the issues—pathetic—please listen to me

Hmm, what's the deal with these issues?

Magazines who, at times, seem to misuse

My time with they half-witted reviews

And the blogger has they reviews in rear-view

Because he made his decision

A month prior when it leaked on the Inter… net

So now the net solds quivers

The record sold slips and the drop is now immi… nent

Yeah, what’s the deal with the Nets, though?

Like being in the East ain't enough hell for 'em

Two Carters, I thought it'd get better, but

They're getting rid of Kidd, like a miscarriage

Hmm, what's the deal with the DMV?

Niggas is unifying as we speak

And as we speak, niggas hatin' me

While they hate me, they sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

Hmm, yeah, and what's the deal with these rap features?

Half-witted rappers should’ve stuck to grass-pushin'

I'm glad pushin' the envelope—it's mad open

It shows I know a bit: Rasputia

And, what's the deal with Rasputia?

I mean, Eddie Murphy, swang, gettin' married

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

In the same year, but I ain't judgin'

Hmm, what's the deal with these niggas judgin'?

I moved from DC in 1990-somethin'

I got a number-one spot, who gon' take it from me?

And I ain't never left—that's why I'm makin' money

Hmm, what's the deal with makin' money?

And why Black niggas can't get enough of it?

But too much gets you viewed in the news, young’un’

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

It’s true, young’un’—what's the deal with these little young’un’?

And True Religions make your butt look ugly, young’un’

Let me put you on the joke, I'll put you on the frank

And tell me what you is, can't tell me what you ain't

I can tell you this the tape

Collection of freestyles that I just wanted to make

And not a single feature, except Lil Wayne

‘Cause everybody else did it—had to save face

And if you love substance, you'll love Wale

But most niggas love nothin', so I made this tape

Get it? Haha

Most niggas love nothin' so I made this tape—gone!