[INTRO: Wale]
This is only for the hip-hop lovers
You want that bullshit - turn the radio on
Skyzoo, Wale
[Verse 1: Wale]
The one and only, homey still Thelonius with it
The only one spittin' like no one else livin'
No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal
Could breathe on the mic and give it epileptic seizures
They turn narcoleptic when them niggas start speakin'
Ridin' in that ES with my Nefertiti queen
And eyes low, pardon me, hah
We smoke the kind of green that turn the Simpsons Bruce Lee on
Hi-Ya, the higher part of my hierarchy
My mind potent like you high off keys or something
Shit, we don't believe none of them
Motherfucker, your career is a conundrum
And none drum, iller than Ninth Wonder
IV, no I can sell like mitochondria
I'm out the country, I'm jet lagging
They can't see me, I'm like the team that brought Brett back
And I'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them
Wale Ovechkin
Fuckin' with that ice, them Landover niggas check ya
Check one-two, the mic is my weaponry
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
Watch what I do to beats, I don't need no jewelery
I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease
Yeah, hello mainstream, I'm a walking dollar bill ain't a damn thing changed
This is only for the hip-hop lovers
You want that bullshit - turn the radio on
Skyzoo, Wale
[Verse 1: Wale]
The one and only, homey still Thelonius with it
The only one spittin' like no one else livin'
No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal
Could breathe on the mic and give it epileptic seizures
They turn narcoleptic when them niggas start speakin'
Ridin' in that ES with my Nefertiti queen
And eyes low, pardon me, hah
We smoke the kind of green that turn the Simpsons Bruce Lee on
Hi-Ya, the higher part of my hierarchy
My mind potent like you high off keys or something
Shit, we don't believe none of them
Motherfucker, your career is a conundrum
And none drum, iller than Ninth Wonder
IV, no I can sell like mitochondria
I'm out the country, I'm jet lagging
They can't see me, I'm like the team that brought Brett back
And I'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them
Wale Ovechkin
Fuckin' with that ice, them Landover niggas check ya
Check one-two, the mic is my weaponry
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
Watch what I do to beats, I don't need no jewelery
I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease
Yeah, hello mainstream, I'm a walking dollar bill ain't a damn thing changed
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