[Intro: Consequence]
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 mothafuckin' projects
With a, with a Sebring, and with, with a rag off,
Ya knamean? You not ballin' like that, playboy,
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!
[Verse 1: Common]
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 tryna appeal to the masses.
The Cassius Clay of rap today,
Rock a beard like Cast Away,
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.
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
The pastor say we goin' to mass today,
We have to pray, these niggas is wack and, 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!
You see, the whiskey had them girls feelin' frisky,
You was with me, she said, «Who's the sissay?»
And even if they did wanna get biz-zay,
Freaky like Missy, and roll the weed up,
You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts,
Mothafucka, you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg!
Just keep it right thurr like Chingy,
Yo girl don't like me, how long has she been gay?
Spanish girls tell ya, «No hable ingle!»
And everybody 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.
[Chorus: Kanye West]
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!
[Verse 3: Consequence]
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 nothing, never have, never will,
Better add on to ya skills ‘fore you join this round robin
Of super MC’s that'll add to ya problems.
[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
In the beginning 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, knahmean?
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 gunnin’ now, you runnin' like an athlete,
You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen Ive,
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 y’all 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 pack bangers you don't even know the names of,
I'ma bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Savior,
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?
[Chorus: Kanye West]
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!