The Hype

[Intro] Jerry Seinfeld: I love it when people are complimented on something they're wearing And they accept the compliment as if it was about them "Nice tie", "Why thank you, thank you very much" The compliment is for the tie, it's not for you But we take it, and that's kind of the job of clothes To get compliments for us, because it's very hard to get compliments based on your human qualities Right, let's face it, no matter how nice a person you are Nobody's gunna come say, "Hey, nice person!" It's much easier to be a bastard, and just try and match the colors of it [Pre-Verse: Wale] Yeah, testing, testing, one, two Very happy to be here Just wanna talk about, a couple things today It's a term we like to use, or they like to use To talk about people, like them You'll soon understand Anyways (Don't believe the hype!) Here we go [Verse 1: Wale] On behalf of the half-witted, I'll be have wit' it At times 'cause the hole in me is that gifted It makes the lesser-knowing jealous The message I've been sending them at times is irrelevant Check! Yet to many, I'm never unliked I'm that phat, any track give 'em cellulite You dark-minded, confused, I can sell you light Because I sell my life in every letter that I right Streetwear's like rap, see a lot of hype And hype kills, thank Ben for that insight 100's on my mind, why is 100's on my mind Thinking how Bobby get 'em buying every time Is the hype, to some, to others, it something They can say "I got it, and it's nearly one of one" Still, I wonder, I be in Supreme And wore it on the cover of the URB And through all my achievements, you would prolly think When I'm buying gear, them niggas at least speak to me But let me lead you to the reason they don't need to 'Cause some niggas go outside there and sleep for it; Hype! I'll let you niggas call it Fuck if they don't speak, I appreciate the quality No need to quarrel for the lack of the not received 'Cause I'll be back for the newest release, it's called hype [DJ Break Loop] [Verse 2: Wale] I hear the Mecca all the time Hoping that the 4 line fall right in line For all who ain't buying it because They wan't (wasn't) in more stores Ironically you are what you call Hype-Beasts That might be the reason OG niggas started switching to Adidas Resellers, yeah, selling is a hustle Can't sass none who among 'em But I can still lavicate the other 'Cause I do love it I hate to see mediocre kicks getting doubled In the price, precisely why I don't buy No SB's after year '05 Those Dino's, sue me, I lied I paid too much for 'em, fuck it, ain't proud But the hype (hype), no man can avoid this We fall victim to it more or less What's coming out, I need the appointment I need the applause of the orges, my garments perform for 'em So far I been flawless, I been out Like them all overprint garments that's on them Hypes! Directed like Williams, perfected my fit 'til I'm feeling like millions Shades are a billion dollar edition The lights on the ceiling are off, but still them Cover my face in the shade A case of the Spade In case she occasions with Jay, Hype! And I don't even like the flavor But took it to the face, they appreciate my taste Hype! [Interlude: Wale & DJ Break Loop] And that's word to my tastebuds, man, some of that champagne shit is nasty Give me a shot of that Imperials, and Remy or something I don't know about all that champagne That Rozay shit...It's the hype Yuck This one's for you Mr. Music man, listen to me [Verse 3: Wale] It go hype, yeah That's right Mr. Music man You passed up, now you feeling bad You passed up, wasn't feeling that You say I lack that So you ain't like that, nah You ain't write back "He's just another muthafucka with a backpack" That's DC shit, we can't grab that He can't gravitate over the masses He lacks a song with a snap or a hand clap He don't got a dance, thus, he don't have a chance I got some heat in my latest plan We found a cat with a record, he live out in Texas His MySpace is over seven digits The radio play him every second The second that I see him, we gon' get 'em And turn this rap singer to a ringer As far as Wale, fuck his people He prolly die out by the course of next season What the fuck is a dig dug, I really don't get it Plus, he is not impressive on them little BDS's So I ain't gon' stress it, it's nothing but a buzz A little bit of Regional, nobody give a fuck A year later, nothing but love Went from something they ain't love, to something they could afford Now fill the void This for all those who lack faith in me But now see it's real and wanna create with me You cheap motherfuckas, bow out gracefully You gon' need some HGH to race with me They say the tasteless boast every time they made it Well, I ain't made shit (*spits*), I don't taste shit So say this, no, Craig let me say this Fuck all you hypes from the labels in the labels Hype! [Outro: Wale & DJ Break Loop] And I'm gone! Before I go, I just wanna say one more thing When I grow up, I wanna be like Reggie Bye!