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