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• Artiste: WALE
• Titre: I Think They Crazy
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If I ever disappoint yall Then appoint me to the lord right now Cuz right now I'm ever so closer to exposing a culture, an unmarked source An untapped market My target consumer's consumed in the music of Wale's movement Love day coming soon, as soon as it drop Imma bring back June That's fire, and I aint even lying My revolution is not televised The betterment of music I do it for the lovers The ones opposed: muh'fuck 'em They cant touch us Can't fuck with the flow Selling better rap to an elephant Hold up, a rat to an elephant An elephant's fierce So I elevate here with the presence of a rat So every time I rap, big niggas get scared Hey, rewind that back Yeah, I think I might lose em Apparently they all Terrence Newman You can't cover me You like a newspaper blanket Used by the bums at the station Insufficient to the winds, a nigger get it in The city on my back I will carry till we win A 2 year plan to resurrect rap A Grammy for my man while I elevate the cap I meditate fast and pray that one day We'll hold it down now too siempre When they say they hate me They say cuz they aint me But niggas cant faze me No, cuz the radio play me On heavy rotation And those niggas hatin [Gnarls Barkley chorus] Whats the problem is you dumb or stupid Nah, ya'll just crazy They say I'm too shallow And my material is so materialistic That when I give them that conscious They subconsciously don't acknowledge my comments So I've opted to subliminally slip content that's somewhat conscious Every so often, so it's really subconscious Under the surface it work like gospel And top if it, my topics is More relevant here to the common man There's a lot more common man than there's hustlers Notice how my commons ad I got bucks up (?) I got bucks on I love shoes and my MTs get it, if you don't get it fuck you I love food in a metaphorical sense When it's money on the plate, I shake, I'm gluttonous They loving my composure My composition book's golden I leave my competition hopin' Soaking in defeat like pedicure Get it? Nevermind, you wasn't ready for it Machete sword flow I get into when the pen do what the pen do, bitch move Skip school, nigga I aint got class That's why i grab ass every time I watch it pass I meditate fast and pray that one day We'll hold it down now too siempre When they say they hate me They say cuz they aint me But niggas cant faze me No, cuz the radio play me On heavy rotation And those niggas hatin [Gnarls Barkley chorus]