Mozart: Was Für Ein Kind!

歌詞

(Get that Glow) Yeah, Yeah, Hip Hop forever 202, 301 Doors open we stepping out The illest they yell about it The city wasn't cursed I be working with Kevin Liles Now, I remain unnoticed, with Jimmy I'm Interscope'ing But it's like I'm on some cloak shit Now I'm loaking like O and them, so I be showing off my tape Got the whole hood focusing I make music like Caine, see a cheap death but they get it in the end, aim Fire, line after line, you better get that boy off that big wheel child Everybody get it like a synonym line AOL virus can't produce a sicker I'm Get it, IM, AIM nigga ain't playing You can be a Hummer I'm a fucking A-Train Um, H&M yeah I know that shit cheap jo' But I'm just looking for a peacoat see jo' And Lyor I'm the hottest in the east coast Sneakerhead, back packer, most important these whores No lying all foes must detour Yeah they rhyme but they ass like Eeyore I bare with me like Winnie The money like honey, I'm always gon' get it I ride around the city as I watch for the Piglet And when it get hot I bounce like Tigger, nigga Yeah, the Camp Lo of today, I learned my game in 90's But I'm so in the 80's, baby I am just that vintage This is Hip-hop on that Popeye spinach Pimp type image when my pen get in it Put tracks on track, make a limerick trick Yeah, and have my money in the morning Before I get that armor have that comma in a coma No sir, don't test the patience I will execute any exclamation Handle that stanza, man oh man, what and they would not like Cause the metaphor in ransom, Wale hip-hop black panther Free lunch programmer when challenged I am more slam Than the rest of them, fly when I encompass Peep my direction, yes, am jive throwed, so he leaning Always got a bottle like a genie, thousand dollar sneakers 100 Miles Running through your speakers Whole time I Camp Lo I'm looking for Luchini Introducing phantom of the whole whatever you call it I'm better than all of 'em, leave 'em in awe incredible artist A fucking scholar who never did college I just opted to dodge out and get my chips I'm Erik Estrada I'm in a cardigan lapel, I'm freaking it proper Wale Folarin, swear my product should be up in Prada Or even Gucci, in a movie you living a lie I call my Goonies they pursue you, you live where you lie And those my height still will never be level to I In plain English, Wale lyrically inclined They climax when I rap, orgasmic, organic speakers and the ashes They cannot win without the rap Steve Nash Yeah, it's sad but it's true but they Udonis Haslem And what you've done is had this Shaq of an MC Just be here while they get killed So hip-hop but D.C. still OG of Goadomes leave them D.C's chill Hypebeast nigga are the people they feel Niggas like Beckham they ain't playing for the Real I'm Madrid, consistently, persistently make alot of noise And I fill a void of the industry I'm praying for my enemies, they don't know now better Aye Guru, tell Blaze that I just need that Polo sweater And I don't need a beat now, wait until they sign me When my budget there I will be dialing Name Wale my big brother Wall-E PG or D.C. this is where you'll find me You won't find peace on this side Like Larry in Commonwealth 'round here we bring them Clipse out I cover you son, I flow with an eclipse mouth So Catchdubs bring the mix out Out