Tv In The Radio chords and lyrics - WALE

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[G]Wale,
I kick it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo
I'm lifted off the indo
I'm poppin' champagne,
drinkin' till I'm jumpin' out the window,
Ha ha If the autotune's gone
bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than
an Audemar wrist watch
Hip- Hop slackin',
Why they gettin' Grammies when
these niggas is actin?
They [Am]phony, [G]should get Tonies
For the thing that they be yappin'
It's utterly bologna so I'm
Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin' they lucky
we don't clap em
And [Am]have them people [G]leakin' like
they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plastic, these niggas is has- beens
We ain't makin friends while
these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake Joe
Hip- Hop need to wake up,
we the fuckin' clock radios

[Verse 2]
[Chorus] [G]We original
officially the most original
If we wasn't so original then
we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan they don't
know is they're radio
How the hell did they fit
the TV in the radio

[Verse 3]
They [G]told me go in,
no problem I'mma go in
And shy away from drama,
I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster
prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers
when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama,
since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star before
I forfeited my scholar
Shit didn't finish college,
shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here
I'm who they call up
So I still [Am]be on that ya[G]rd with
a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly women
willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since
Manilli been in[A]volved
[G]Though everybody's on
me like the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where
we not no beat boxers
We [Am]talkin' B[G] blockers keep
us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet phenom
But he be's [A]on that [G]web like
he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big
like Comala
Ballin', Folarin so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes every time bitch Roseanne bars,

[Interlude 1]
Wale
[G]

[Verse 4]
[Chorus] I don't [G]know
[Am]why the industry
[G]wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin' other
rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform after
him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the
memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder
than me then you'd be led
And if you had more street
cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm
just trynna eat bread
Fuckin' with my people well that's
called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody,
make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the
floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets
than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me cause my
friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw
blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me
spark in heaters
Get your [Am]ass p[G]rivileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some
kinda small talk?
Course not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat
like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps
Get fix fast by klick
klacks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap soft
My [G]pen sparks the benchmark I
fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine,
I'm so sick my ten bars cough
Now [G]I'm off

[Verse 5]
Hold up, hold up, hold up