TV in the Radio

[Verse 1: Wale]

I kick it, I kick it like Olindo

I wear my Nike Boots and Gucci, I don't wear no Timbo

I kick it any tempo, I'm lifted off the indo

I'm popping champagne, drinking till I'm jumping out the window

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Bet they all will tune in, so I'ma do it bigger than

An Audemar wrist watch, hip-hop's slackin'

Why they getting Grammys when these niggas is actin'

They phony, should get Tonys for the things that they be yappin'

It's utterly bologna, so I'm Muslim to these rappers

Fuck yappin', they lucky we don't clap 'em

And have them peoples leakin' like they CD isn't mastered

CD is in plastic, these niggas is has-beens

We ain't makin' friends while these niggas is Anistons

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Hip-hop need a wake-up, we the fuckin' clock radios

[Chorus: K'naan]

We original officially the most original

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Wale and K'naan, they don't know is there radio

How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio?

[Verse 2: Wale]

They told me go in; no problem, I'ma go in

Ain't shy away from drama, I ain't run away from no man

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was Duck Hunt

That's words to my mama, since I wasn't a starter

A nigga been a star before I forfeited my scholar-

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

Shit, when homecoming is here I'm who they call up

So I still be on that yard with a Philly of that Marley

From the city, the Philly women willing to menage

Though, I put 'em on pause since Manilli been involved

Though, everybody's on me like the Milli beat partner

I'm from the D-Dot where we not no beatboxers

We talkin' B blockers keep us with deep pockets

See not no fad or no internet phenom

But he be's on that web like he be's with Pete Parker

Me I'm naija and my partner's Somalian

K'naan and my buzz is too big like Kamala

Ballin', Folarin so goddamn hard

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, Roseanne bars

Wale

[Chorus: K'naan]

We original officially the most original

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Wale and K'naan, they don't know is there radio

How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio?

[Verse 3: K'naan]

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

And Wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

And don't perform after him or you might regret

I guess they didn't get the memo or the leaflet

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just tryna eat bread

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the Heath Ledge

Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets

Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest

Don't cross me, cause my friend, I'm no Jesus

I don't turn cheeks, I draw blood like leeches

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Do I condone it or is this some kind of small talk

Course not, I'm big like horse nut

Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

By click-clacks and big bwaps

And inside they think rap's soft

My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar

No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars cough

Now I'm off