The Vacation From Ourselves

[Clip from Seinfeld]

Jerry Seinfeld: I told you we should've taken some kind of vacation

George Costanza: Well, why didn't we?

Jerry Seinfeld: Because you said this would be better. Remember? A vacation from ourselves. That's what you said...I'm sorry, you've gotta get a job

[Verse 1]

Bammas is trippin'. Vacationin'

You see, they way out they minds with no return ticket

This how here go

This how I hear it different

That's why I'm so annoyed

That's why I hear whispers

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Since "Nautica" was popular been popular for good

Reason I'm good

Reason I stuck with the sound

I ain't playing like the rest who got free from it

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

A couple others but I feel they less important to me

The point is

It pointed

Me in the direction of my homegrown noises

Of a artist I loved yet avoided

Imitating out-of-towners wasn't going well

And I ain't goin' well

I jive like Bone

Them fast songs was cool but never wrote to 'em

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Our style, our slang and our own music

If I could hone my tone I could blow too

So I phone Tony Craig, said we gonna do it

And that we did...

[Break]

Hey Dan was that alright?

Damn smack everythin' sound good, we gon' keep it

Next verse

[Verse 2]

A lot of rappers sound like a lot of rappers

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

They puttin' out the same blueprint

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

It's no fundamentals, it's one dimensional

One can mention one's self and it'd be too pretentious

And to pretend as if 2Pac is not these dudes' intentions

Pay attention if you should listen to his shit and they shit, it's too convincing

As well as Chris-to-pher, we miss ya

But every March ninth another twenty is with us

Clones... imitators known

For imitating the off switch like I'm on top of my own

And they copy what's on

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

The one who breaks mold is that last to get on

But usually will last, 'cause the last stick is on

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Opposers try to knock but harder he will go

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

But never will he imitate another rap nigga

I am Wale and never can I vacate

Never can I straight face

Look at Wale and say you nothing but a biter

Not the enlightener or liaison to the niggas that's grindin'

Niggas that's reading

Niggas that's learning

Niggas that's scheming

Niggas out Maryland

Niggas out DC

Niggas who ain't seen beef

To niggas in it knee-deep, who you think keep peace? Me

And I'm free free free..

[Break]

Wale Folarin, Mixtape About Nothing

But really I am saying something, y'all all bluffin'

Keep coming

[Verse 3]

Even if I ever leave now

If I ever bleed DMV you can hear it when I speak

You can hear it in my lyrics

And even when you old and your hearing incoherent

You can feel it via spirit

Via my inheritance, speakin' as I did it

Via niggas reppin', spreading speeches through the city

The outskirts listen

The outskirts distribute my vision, contributing to the buzz I position

The thugs say I'm cool

The cool say I'm thug

The mirror's screaming at me saying I'm Emmi Lola's son

I am not the only one

In the city where the Burns magazines say I'm in

I don't really give a fuck

DC lovin' ya

I don't want it on my back

And they label me a king... you can kindly take it back

I don't want no fucking crown

I don't need no fucking throne

See, the kings get killed, very least overthrown

I'm a thorough-ass nigga, I don't need a nigga hold me

Even if I roll I'm forever gon' be home

See there no place better than the state of my mind

There's no time wasted and no vacations

Bitch

[Outro: Julia Louis-Dreyfus]