W.a.l.e. - I Think They Crazy Lyrics

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If I ever disappoint ya'll

Then appoint me to the lord right now

Cause right now

I'm ever so closer to exposing a culture an unmarked source

An untapped market

My target consumer's consumed in the music of Wale's movement

Love day coming soon as soon as it drop

I'm a bring back June

That's fire and I ain't even lying

My revolution is not televised

The betterment of music

I do it for the lovers

The ones opposed: muh'fuck 'em

They can't touch us

Can't fuck with the flow

Selling better rap to an elephant

Hold up a rat to an elephant

An elephant's fierce

So I elevate here with the presence of a rat

So every time I rap big niggas get scared

Hey rewind that back

Yeah I think I might lose em

Apparently they all Terrence Newman

You can't cover me

You like a newspaper blanket

Used by the bums at the station

Insufficient to the winds a nigger get it in

The city on my back I will carry till we win

A 2 year plan to resurrect rap

A Grammy for my man while I elevate the cap

I meditate fast and pray that one day

We'll hold it down now too siempre

When they say they hate me

They say cause they ain't me

But niggas can't faze me

No cause the radio play me

On heavy rotation

And those niggas hatin

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Chorus: Gnarls Barkley

What's the problem is you dumb or stupid

Nah ya'll just crazy

They say I'm too shallow

And my material is so materialistic

That when I give them that conscious

They subconsciously don't acknowledge my comments

So I've opted to subliminally slip content that's somewhat conscious

Every so often so it's really subconscious

Under the surface it work like gospel

And top if it my topics is

More relevant here to the common man

There's a lot more common man than there's hustlers

Notice how my commons ad I got bucks up

?

I got bucks on

I love shoes and my MTs get it if you don't get it fuck you

I love food in a metaphorical sense

When it's money on the plate I shake I'm gluttonous

They loving my composure

My composition book's golden

I leave my competition hopin'

Soaking in defeat like pedicure

Get it? Nevermind you wasn't ready for it

Machete sword flow

I get into when the pen do what the pen do bitch move

Skip school nigga I ain't got class

That's why I grab ass every time I watch it pass

I meditate fast and pray that one day

We'll hold it down now too siempre

When they say they hate me

They say cause they ain't me

But niggas can't faze me

No cause the radio play me

On heavy rotation

And those niggas hatin

Chorus: Gnarls Barkley

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