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!