Ones - Wa**up? lyrics

Yeah I think I got my second wind, man... Listen [Verse 1] Double K-N-O-C-K, you better recollect Whose voice this is with the wickedest rhythmic dialect I'm starting things officially by popular demand With a big pad, a pen, and a mic in my hand Y'all say y'all on one, but the truth is there ain't none of ya They might fly high, but they disasters - Columbia And people that don't like me can go down with it Because like the shuttle, you're only gonna last 'bout several minutes Every rapper talkin' keepin' it real as they main focus But the more that I observe in all, the more I think it's bogus You phony microphonists makin' millions on what? Partyin' hardy with Bacardi in your hand, the other one on your nuts? Can't cut it, you never rip a beat into When your fans start to change so they can relate to what they listen to Back with a vengeance, now everything I concoct raw And if you bandwagon, find a spot 'fore you get dropped off So wa**up, tho? [Hook w/ Ed Seymour] Turn up the music and let's get into it 'Cuz it's time to lock this down People dancin' and movin' to bars that be groovin' You know we don't play around Don't be shuckin' and jivin' Because we be vibin' to beats known to quake the ground And we havin' a party, so go grab somebody And let's let the speakers pound [Tag] Haters on me tellin' that I am bound to rust I don't see why they trollin'; I'm brushin' off the dust But when you do it like this, a bit of hate is a must So, I tell 'em "Wa**up?" - I-I tell 'em "Wa**up?" (x2) [Verse 2] Tell these rappers that they days of dough is through Somebody tell the Bulldogs that YOLO been overused Tell 'em this hip-hop my house, y no es su casa So if Simba moves slow, I'mma make 'em Mufasa Outta my league by uppin' the level with no fakin' it Like the difference of age 'tween me and rappers still tryna make it I'll be spittin' all this fire, rock entire times on microphones And when I retire, you'll be rhymin' in retirement homes Points for tryin', but don't continue the game I'm level ninety-nine ninety-nine; I'm attackin' insane And now the streets is on fire, no Willem Dafoe This is nothing but poison like women with Bell Biv DeVoe Even though I am a human, I'm a dog ready to sic it So unless if you A Tribe Called Quest, you can't kick it Don't believe me? Crazy - you just bared witness This rhymin' is just fine - parkin' ticket So wa**up, tho? [Hook] [Tag] [Verse 3] What I got installed for you, you should get an update Back with more lines than grid paper as of late Took years to do it like this, and now that I'm on the scene All these haters wanna be me like I'm Krispy Kreme But the difference is, I'm bound to make money with a mic The industry gonna fall like the fate of the Third Reich Get ready for the imminent, and I'mma leave you bros shook Until there's nothing left in my body and life's a closed book This is my turn; I'm setting my foundation By the time y'all learn, you can bet that I'm skyscrapin' And I'll scald, not burn anything that I'm embracin' And as long as clocks turn, I'll make my time complacent I'm more ready than I've ever been, colder than December wind Spittin' nothing but product from the animal of Slytherin And I'll have fun laughin' at all my N-M-E's 'Cuz I'mma be a self-made man - double M-G So wa**up, tho? [Hook x2]