Wale — The Opening Title Sequence

[Intro:] (10Deep!) Swagger This is a mixtape about... nothing. Not on drugs If you bear with me, you might see the undertone of the undertonéd message that's at hand—at the— you know that I'm talkin' bout? Yeah Look [Verse 1] Hmm, what's the deal with this rap stuff? Since Napster the sales been crashin', and Since Napster the game's been flooded by has-beens And never-will-be ringtone-rappers Hmm, what's the deal with these ringtones? Niggas buy ringers—can't pay their bill though Thus contributing to ongoing credit Issues, their issues pathetic, please listen to me Hmm, what's the deal with these issues? Magazines who, at times, seem to misuse My time with their half-witted reviews And the blogger has their reviews in rear-view Because he made his decision A month prior when it leak on the Internet So now the net sales quivers The record sold slips and the drop is now imminent, yeah What's the deal with the Nets, though? Like being in the east ain't enough hell for 'em Two Carters, I thought it'd get better, but They're getting rid of Kidd, like a miscarriage Hmm, what's the deal with the DMV? Niggas is unifying as we speak And as we speak niggas hatin' me While they hate me, they sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature Hmm, yeah, and what's the deal with these rap features? Half-witted rappers should of stuck to grass pushin' I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open It shows I know a bit—Rasputia And, what's the deal with Rasputia? I mean, Eddie Murphy, swang, gettin' married He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother In the same year, but I ain't judgin' Hmm, what's the deal with these niggas judgin'? I moved from DC in 1990-somethin' I got a number one spot, who gon' take it from me? And I ain't never left—that's why I'm makin' money Hmm, what's the deal with makin' money? And why black niggas can't get enough of it? But too much gets you viewed in the news, youngin' For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money Shoot young, and what's the deal with these little youngin's? And True Religions make your butt look ugly, youngin' Let me put you on the joke, I'll put you on the frank And tell me what you is, can't tell me what you ain't I can tell you that this tape Collection of freestyles that I just want to make And not a single feature except Lil Wayne ;Cause everybody else did it—I had to save face And if you love substance, you'll love Wale But most niggas love nothin' so I made this tape Get it? Most niggas love nothin' so I made this tape—gone!