Wack Niggaz Lyrics - Train Of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-sides, Vol. 1 - Talib Kweli

Yeah 

Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why 

This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga 

Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects 

With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off 

Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy 

Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun 

Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon 

Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie 

You wack ass nigga... 

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Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em 

Give 'em dap or pound 'em 

See 'em out, they houndin' dawg 

Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on 

Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm 

Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn 

The graphic, exposin' wack asses 

I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard 

You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses 

The Cassius Clay of rap today 

Rock a beard like Castaway 

You couldn't be dope for even half a day 

We keep it hot like it's after May 

Smoke a nigga then I pass to K 

Photos 

The pastor say we goin' to mass today 

We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh 

I have to say, since Pac passed away 

Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me 

First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots 

And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe 

Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay 

You was with mey, she said "Who's the sissay?" 

And even if they did wanna get bizzay 

Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up 

You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts 

Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg 

Just keep it right thurr like Chingay 

Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay 

Spanish girls tell ya "No hable ingle" 

And everbody wanna run to me for they single 

It's funny how these wack niggas need my help 

Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself 

Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself 

Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself 

(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a 

(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that 

(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just 

(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still 

(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a 

(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass 

(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a - " 

(Wack nigga - You wack nigga!) 

You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you 

That's how you know ya flow is weak 

Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry 

The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry 

You're the place you're supposed to be 

You ain't ain't comin' close to me 

It ain't that you underrated 

It's more that you're under dated 

And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated 

For all your guest appearances 

You couldn't get the clearances 

For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist 

Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill 

But you never shot nothin', never have, never will 

Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin 

Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems 

In the beginnin', God created man in his own image 

I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish 

Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it 

Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it 

Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest 

The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis 

All day talkin' that shit like, "You hold a gat, right?" 

The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right 

You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat 

You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete 

You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've 

Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi 

Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real 

Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail 

All these thug niggas wanna rap 

And all these rap niggas wanna thug 

And all ya'll fuckin' the game up 

It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up 

Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick 

Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer 

Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of 

I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour 

You wack nigga, you about to get shot 

Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy! 

Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence 

It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!