[Clip from Seinfeld]

It's the perfect plan

So inspired, so devious yet so simple

This is what I do

[Verse 1: Wale]

Listen, these niggas is tripping

These niggas been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em did better than the regular

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Nah, nah, these niggas is lunching

If we think of success as only measured by your money

'Cause money never lasts, in fact it's only last

On the list of impactful things one can ask for

So, with that, we need us a plan

Respect has grown inferior to fucking SoundScan

If that don't sound bad you should ban me

I don't give damn about grands, see my mind's on a Grammy

Admire my mind, admire what I write

'Cause hype gets you Rick Mirer'd every single time

But nah, he is quite different

'Cause his hype and talent still manage to equivilate

They are not legitimate enough to belittle us

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

So I gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy a album, The Plan

[Verse 2: Wale]

These niggas is lazy

These niggas complain about Wayne, Kanye and Jay-Z

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

 But rather than singing non praise the dude

Rasie the bar to a level unattainable

Niggas download that 'cause they scared to do

What the Soulja Boy fans be prepared to do

What the B5 fans get their mother to do

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

It ain't nothing to you, but shit it's something to me

I mean it's something to we, artists, it's something to eat

So if we come with the peace or we run with the piece

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

This is a market of beats, this is the end of the glow

That's why rappers is actors, trying to dabble in clothes

I just rap 'cause I'm 'posed to, nigga this what I know

I conclude, buy my music, no more free downloads

They can't steal my quotes, can't steal my show

Shit I bought them tracks, stupid bitch I'm broke

And you live with your folks, wifi-ing it up

Find a couple of blog sites to finish it up

Tuesdays used to matter, now the only thing that happens is

You, you, and you saying "Shit, I been had that

Shit I been heard that niggas been working

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

I mean it's been working but we don't get support like orphans

So now this work's been worthless

Now if you give us a chance

They say hip-hop's dead, I believe it's just the fans

It's The Plan

[Clip from Seinfeld]

It's the perfect plan

So inspired, so devious yet so simple

This is what I do