Kna'an - TV in the Radio lyrics

[Verse 1: Wale] 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'mma do it bigger than An Audemar wrist watch, hip-hop's slackin' Why they getting Grammys when these n***as is actin' They phony, should get Tonys for the things that they be yappin' It's utterly bologna, so I'm m**m to these rappers f** yappin', they lucky we don't clap 'em And have them peoples leakin' like they CD isn't mastered CD is in plastic, these n***as is has-beens We ain't makin' friends while these n***as is Anistons Dig, these n***as is fake joe Hip-hop need a wake up, we the f**in' clock radios [Hook: K'naan] 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 [Verse 2: Wale] They told me go in; no problem, I'mma 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 s**ers 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 n***a been a star before I forfeited my scholar- Ship, didn't finish college, sh** wasn't a problem sh**, 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, b**h, Roseanne bars Wale [Hook] [Verse 3: K'naan] 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 f**in' 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 a** 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