Wale, K’naan - TV in the Radio lyrics
Wale [Olubowale Victor Akintimehin] Washington, D.C., U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wale, K’naan - TV in the Radio lyrics]
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
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?
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
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?
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
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
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?
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
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?
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