Sharp Wale (Ft. Kingpin Slim & Torae)

[Intro: Wale]
K.B. what up? Jonas what up? Haha. Check it. Uh

[Chorus: Wale]
And it weighs a ton
Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun
And I master every trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga
And it weighs a ton
Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun
And I master every trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade
Ha, uh

[Verse 1: Wale]
There's nothin' like where I come from
That's why I shed light on the dark I come form
Nigeria inspired the talk drum
The sole proprietor of the globe from our sun
I own it, now everybody on it
My mind's so bright when that when I go in
You can't notice it no mo', so if I talk down to a man
Not only do I enlighten but I provide a tan
Hoppin' out a van, braggin' because I am
Draped in green and red like flag of Sudan
While you pretendin, you niggas so pretentious
I love a Tracey Ross but I don't keep a girlfriend, look
Warm is a pen from the hand from the head
That whatever it creates it will land in the head
Of the pack of the group, they lack what I do
You would think that I had a match for a tooth
And I snap like Bob Backlund in the booth
To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as Luke
I freak nicks into Swishers
Two dyke bitches while I'm filmin' them picnic, yum
The District's son, prodigal, the Prodigy
That's Mobb Deep and that is no pun, dude
Straight bad bitches I run through
I pull out when I'm cummin', I love to be redundant
So I'm hopin' that your period is punc-tual
On time, one rhyme
Wale Folarin huh, holler at me