Life's a Bitch

[Verse 1: Wale]

They used to tell me I was destined to blow, young

I never knew the definition of what slow was

How could you slow when you 12 feeling grown up

Doing shit on your own but it's fact: you never know much

Life's a bitch I put my arm on her shoulder

Tell her I'm the realest and I whisper 'you go girl'

I embrace her, I never chase her

I make her chase me 'cuz of the way I taste her

Hmm, girl you finger licking wonderful

Bet I make you cum until a significant muscle pull

It's not a metaphor, this is Metal Gear on a swimming pool of Red Bull

You could get your head blown off

And I'm so bomb I should be thrown to a Moss

And I'm so gorgeous couldn't throw me in a Masque-

-rade, they'd rage, they'd say

Take off your mask boo, I gotta see your face!

Later

[Transition: Talib Kweli]

Peace

Yeah, ey yo Wal'

Tell 'em get to steppin'

They exhibiting signs of not being prepared

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

Hey yo, the writer you admiring, conspiring like Rico

Say you making movies but you suck like the sequels

This a graphic novel we endorse super heroes

Ice cold, like my love is below, we so

Goddamn talented the balance is unequal

Survival with the peephole

Silence is lethal

So I'm louder than a motherfucker, heavy as a Pea Coat

Exposing the government like Operation Deep throat

See I'm exactly like phenomenons

And tighter than Michelle Obama's arms

So you should work it out, pull it out

Thank Gucci for their weapons, getting desperate

'Cuz the hood is dryer than a desert

We're the slum dog millionaires looking for any oil

And it's hot enough to make Danny Boyle

I walk many soils, cross many roads

Face covered with pantyhose

'Cuz I stole the show and got a standing O!

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

Uh

Since a youngin' ooh she played so hard to get

Your boy was bumming too that played a large part of it

She liked fly guys, those easily marketed as sex symbols

Not direct pimples on your forehead or struggling

When your check dwindles she need more bread and bubblings

What the rest did you could just snort heads up under them

My vestibule to keep her pocket filled with vegetables

You had to throw lead missiles

Not me, rather write to a hot beat

Then go outside and kick it like I learned from Miyagi

You ripping it Papi, is what she said when I spit it in the lobby

Off the head but I didn't get cocky

I drop it my [?] then made shorty's other niggas look sloppy

The bigger the hurdle was, then the bigger my hops be

Now this bitch, man she more than just got me

She puzzle me hard, like my album in so pick up a copy now