Wale - 2nd Time Around lyrics

[Wale] You gotta understand man Personifying hip-hop Try to [Verse 1: Wale] I rely on no man, but him that's speakin'. Him that lead him Bleed on a track, like a pole vault freakish Accident victim. Meanwhile beatin' up the beat via Benzi Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats I bring Maybach. You getter get me Wale, yeah. All them haters get me Osmosis, now n***as get me I spit that halitosis. You got Listerine I'm that extreme, So haters complain So Blame It On my Rain. You all lip sync Wale: I turn beef into mince meat Your condescending ways don't convince me And I didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday So I threw it in a rap so I'd remember that Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me I play the background whole time Mario 3 Gone [Hook: X8] Second Time around [Brother Ali] Ha. It's Brother Ali. Hey Benzi my man. You gotta forgive me I might go a little long. I got some sh** I gotta get off my chest right now Bring it back for me [Verse 2: Brother Ali] Rappers can't clap me Jackers can't gat me Original meaning of Jazzy Fat Nasty I don't bite rapper's lines, I bite the captain's arm off I don't throw shots in the air, I throw that Molotov co*ktail, reservoir dog my collar off Y'all scared to get that revolution popping off You really got the guns you claim in the track Then my question to you is who you aiming 'em at You complain that the rap police caught you with a gat under the seat Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed But little old me with the few facts that I speak The homeland security gaffeled me over seas Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee And y'all are soundscanning like a hundred more than me They kicking you off tour for freaking a chick or two Verizon dissed me too cause I was too political Y'all are all safe and sh**, y'all are not saying sh** You just snap your fingers and dance and make your label rich Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you sh** This is your chance to say something and you're wasting it People are starving, you talking bout balling Can't think of nothing more important than that jargon Hundred different ways to describe diamonds sparkling Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all sh** I heard that statistic I almost cried Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive What the f** happened to rap when The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters It ain't my place to say and I hear all that But f** that, I live in the hood and we need y'all cats So as soon as I hear y'al on some real pro black Then I will gladly go back to my emo rap They say the truth don't belong to nobody, if you see it you speak it It would be a sin to keep it a secret So if I need to breathe then believe that I mean it Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you There's no connection, so they're not supporting you You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through We ain't buying CDs, we striving to live And these artists don't need me they already rich I ain't hating on you, rock them shines Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines Rappers can't clap me Jackers can't gat me Original meaning of Jazzy Fat Nasty Busy raising babies and living on tour Signing off Brother Ali, sincerely yours