paroles de chanson Wack Niggaz - Talib Kweli
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
motherfuckin'
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
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...
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
tryin'
to
appeal
to
the
masses
The
Cassius
Clay
of
rap
today
Rock
a
beard
like
Castaway
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
The
pastor
say
we
goin'
to
mass
today
We
have
to
pray,
these
niggas
is
wack
'n'
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
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
fuck
up
three
blunts
Motherfucka
you
would
fuck
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
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
(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!)
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
nothin',
never
have,
never
will
Better
add
on
to
ya
skills
before
you
join
this
round
robin
Of
super
emcees
that'll
add
to
ya
problems
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,
niggas
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
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
gunning
now,
you
runnin'
like
an
athlete
You
ballas
need
to
quit
rhymin'
like
Allen
I've
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
ya'll
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
back
bangers
you
don't
even
know
the
names
of
I'm
a
bout
to
meet
my
quota,
you
about
to
meet
ya
Saviour
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?!
Album
Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1 (DJ Mix)
date de sortie
21-07-2015
1 Space
2 2000 Seasons
3 Bright as the Stars (feat. Black Star)
4 Wack Niggaz
5 Boomerang
6 Ocean Song (feat. Mela Machinko)
7 7:30 (feat. Res)
8 Distractions
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