Common - Wack n***az lyrics

[Consequence] Yeah Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why This n***a...why we dedicated this song to this kind of n***a Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherf**in' 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 b**h you got playin' shotgun Like, I used to serve that b**h, c'mon Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie You wack a** n***a... [Common] Wack n***as...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 sh** don't even sound warm n***a I'm nasty, my style is sound p**n The graphic, exposin' wack a**es I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty ba*tard You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the ma**es The Ca**ius Clay of rap today Rock a beard like Castaway You couldn't be dope for even half a day We keep it hot like its after May Smoke a n***a then I pa** to K [Kanye West] The pastor say we goin' to ma** today We have to pray, these n***as is wack 'n' eh I have to say, since Pac pa**ed away Most these n***as don't even deserve a track from me First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots And get yo tall a** out that C Cla** 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 f** up three blunts Motherf**a you would f** 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 n***as 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 k** myself [Hook - Kanye West] (Wack n***a) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a (Wack n***a) I'd k** myself if I was that (Wack n***a) Everything you wear and rock, is just (Wack n***a) Even if you flossin' rocks you still (Wack n***a) You can't do it dawg, you's a (Wack n***a) Bitin' a**, b**h a**, trick a** (Wack n***a) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a - " (Wack n***a - You wack n***a!) [Consequence] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you That's how you know ya flow is weak Cuz 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, d**h, k** But you never shot nothin', never have, never will Better add on to ya sk**s before you join this round robin Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems [Talib Kweli] 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, n***as 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 n***as all identity crisis All day talkin' that sh** like, "You hold a gat, right?" The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right You got it twisted, tellin' n***as that you pack heat You ain't gunning 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 d** for real Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail All these thug n***as wanna rap And all these rap n***as wanna thug And all ya'll f**in' the game up It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up Askin' if I'm nice like f**in' with a chick Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer n***as back bangers you don't even know the names of I'mma bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour You wack n***a, you about to get shot f** with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy! Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence It's just you're f**in' up my high, can a n***a smoke in silence?! [Hook]