5 Minutes

[Intro: Wale] This is only for the hip-hop lovers You want that bullshit - turn the radio on Skyzoo, Wale [Verse 1: Wale] The one and only, homey still Thelonius with it The only one spittin' like no one else livin' No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal Could breathe on the mic and give it epileptic seizures They turn narcoleptic when them niggas start speakin' Ridin' in that ES with my Nefertiti queen And eyes low, pardon me, hah We smoke the kind of green that turn the Simpsons Bruce Lee on Hi-Ya, the higher part of my hierarchy My mind potent like you high off keys or something Shit, we don't believe none of them Motherfucker, your career is a conundrum And none drum, iller than Ninth Wonder IV, no I can sell like mitochondria I'm out the country, I'm jet lagging They can't see me, I'm like the team that brought Brett back And I'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them Wale Ovechkin Fuckin' with that ice, them Landover niggas check ya Check one-two, the mic is my weaponry Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace Watch what I do to beats, I don't need no jewelery I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease Yeah, hello mainstream, I'm a walking dollar bill ain't a damn thing changed [Verse 2: Skyzoo] I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking I'm top five, but no begging, dawg, I for real took it So how they grilling me is literally just serenity Literally, if you say you feeling me, then you feel Brooklyn [Wale: Whatup!] And I don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks My shoe game is Penny in ninety-six I move aim, hit 'em and final flip Whether it's a beat or a scam I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands I made ya'll want to be what I am And as far as your fades I raised them all underneath where I stand I'm pushing it for the corner Keeping them on the hip And, yup, I gave lyrics a reason to want to live Fresh off the plane, Hong Kong, Beijing Felt like I was home, the groupie love was the same I'm Kobe in an orange jersey And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah [Break: Wale & Skyzoo] Okay Yeah, I mean, I literally wrote that from 4:25 to 4:30 That's about five minutes, guy For real They call me, S-K-Y-Z-O-O [Verse 3: Wale] And I'm Wale Folarin, was raised on go-go They style is so-so, my Louis from So-Ho Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again They go major, the flow is no longer So everything retro come across so corny Everything from Bradfords to gimmick spitters To every nigga who rap and say, 'My shit's different!' So get with us or lose like them niggas Spent more on these kicks than Pac-Man spent on strippers [Outro: Wale & Skyzoo] Haha! This just the beginning of the, uh, you know, the whole process of this Back to the Feature mixtape DC whatup? BK whatup? PG whatup? MoCo whatup? Let me do some shoutouts Mo betta - what up? UCB - what up? Hey Sycamore, whatup? You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football That's when you know you doing shit Yeah, bitch