Camp Lo

[Intro]

(Get that Glow)

Yeah, Yeah, Hip Hop forever

202, 301

[Verse 1]

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

Sneaker head, backpacker, 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 the 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

[Verse 2]

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 no 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