Talib Kweli Wack Niggas Lyrics

(featuring Common, Consequence & Kanye West)

[Somebody Talking]
Yeah
Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why
This n____...why we dedicated this song to this kind of n____
Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the m_________in' projects
With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off
Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy
Straight up, then the b____ you got playin' shotgun
Like, I used to serve that b____, c'mon
Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
You wack as n____..

[Common]
Wack n____s...I don't even like to be around 'em
Give 'em dap or pound 'em
See 'em out they houndin' dawg
Singin' they got tracks for me to get down on
Singin' they hot when that s___ don't even sound warm
n____ I'm nasty, my style is sound p___
The graphic exposin' wack a__es
I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty b______
You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn't be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like its after May
Smoke a n____ then I pass to K

[Kanye West]
The pastor say we goin' to mass today
We have to pray, these n____s is wack 'n' eh
I have to say, since Pac passed away
Most these n____s don't even deserve a track from me
First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall a__ out that C Class coupe
Y'see the whiskAY had them girls feelin' friskAY
You was wit mAY (me) she said "Who's the sissAY?"
And even if they did wanna get bizzAY
Freaky like MissAY and roll the weed up
You would roll three blunts and f___ up three blunts
m_________a you a f___ up of free lunch, dawg
Just keep it right thurr like ChingAY
Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gAY
Spanish girls tell ya "No hable ingle"
And everbody wanna run to me for they singlAY (single)
It's funny how these wack n____s need my help
Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself
Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself

[HOOK - Kanye West (Singing Voice)]
(Wack n____) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack n____) I'd kill myself if I was that
(Wack n____) Everything you wear and rock, is just
(Wack n____) Even if you flossin' rocks you still
(Wack n____) You can't do it dawg you's a
(Wack n____) Bitin' a__, b____ a__, trick a__
(Wack n____) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a - "
(Wack n____ - You wack n____!)

[Consequence]
You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you
That's how you know ya flow is weak
Cuz you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed to be
You ain't ain't comin' close to me
It ain't that you underrated
It's more thatn you're under dated
And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated
For all your guest appearances
You couldn't get the clearances
For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist
But you never shot nothin', never have, never will
Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin
Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems

[Talib Kweli]
In the beginnin', God created man in his own image
I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish
Kweli handle his business n____s don't forget it
Cuz a wiseman can shoose to get ignorant with it
Na'mean - you all can get it I'm conisdered the nicest
The way I spit it give these n____s all identity crisis
All day talkin' that s___ like you hold a gat, right?
The trip you on must be short cuz you pack light - act right
You got it twisted tellin' n____s that you pack heat
You ain't gunning now you runnin' like an athlete
You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen Ive
Start speakin' New ?Wopian? and followin' Malachi
Oh, anything would rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real
Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail
All these thug n____s wanna rap
And all these rap n____s wanna thug
And all ya'll f___in' the game up
Askin' if I'm nice like f___in' with a chick
Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer
n____s back bangers you don't even know the names of
I'ma bout to meet my quota you about to meet ya Saviour
You wack n____, you about to get shot
f___ with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got
Not that I'm wylin' or even promote violence
It's just you're f___in' up my high, can a n____ smoke in silence?!

[HOOK]

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