Sharp

[Intro: Wale]

K.B. what up? Jonas what up? Haha. Check it. Uh

[Chorus: Wale]

And it weighs a ton

Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga

And it weighs a ton

Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ha, uh

[Verse 1: Wale]

There's nothin' like where I come from

That's why I shed light on the dark I come form

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

The sole proprietor of the globe from our sun

I own it, now everybody on it

My mind's so bright when that when I go in

You can't notice it no mo', so if I talk down to a man

Not only do I enlighten but I provide a tan

Hoppin' out a van, braggin' because I am

Draped in green and red like flag of Sudan

While you pretendin, you niggas so pretentious

I love a Tracey Ross but I don't keep a girlfriend, look

Warm is a pen from the hand from the head

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Of the pack of the group, they lack what I do

You would think that I had a match for a tooth

And I snap like Bob Backlund in the booth

To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as Luke

I freak nicks into Swishers

Two dyke bitches while I'm filmin' them picnic, yum

The District's son, prodigal, the Prodigy

That's Mobb Deep and that is no pun, dude

Straight bad bitches I run through

I pull out when I'm cummin', I love to be redundant

So I'm hopin' that your period is punc-tual

On time, one rhyme

Wale Folarin huh, holler at me

[Chorus: Wale]

And it weighs a ton

Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga

And it weighs a ton

Dub A.L.E., Still a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ha

[Verse 2: Torae]

The bars razor blade sharp and no

Cold, Antarctic flow, rap nigga, you ought to know

See my name on a flier then you ought to go

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

It's like I snatched names off of classic LP's

I guess I sort of did and I call it Daily

Conversation, abbreviation I made it D.C

The home of Wale, formerly home of me

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

And slid back north of course to pen more

Awesome thoughts, record and forward to y'all

Underrated so I over charge

Bars is over y'all

They hot now, when Tor' drop it's over for 'em

I'm light years ahead of you right tiers

So the homie Wale can leave the hook right

Jeah

[Chorus: Wale]

I'm a son of a gun

Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga

[Bridge: Kingpin Slim]

And it weighs a ton

My name's Kingpin Slim and I'mma son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ha

[Verse 3: Kingpin Slim]

I'm important to the impostors, boppers

Impressed with my pimp posture

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Clown be careful, fuck boys you should be fearful

We tote toast like we cheerful

Cheers, I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got a little too much confidence to seem shook

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

I got a fetish for fresh, I'm a clean crook

And I don't need a coupon when I cop a Coupe

Cause I'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop

You're sayin' that's your girl, she's a prostitute

I treat her neck like a net when I stop and shoot

Swish, even if I miss she gon' rebound

Homie, got the industry watchin' DMV now

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I pray I stay up out the grave and the penile

Meanwhile, I'm convertible coastin'

I ain’t playin' no more, I converted to coachin'

And I rarely get credit so I keep cash with me

Cocaine is a hell of drug, ask Whitney

Yeah, this is creativity on Creatine

D.C. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

[Chorus: Wale]

I'm a son of gun

Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga

And it weighs a ton

Dub A.L.E., still a son of a gun

And I master every trade under the sun

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ha