Tito Santana - Wale, Joe Budden

Uhh… Dub, A, L, E

Appreciate it Joe, yeah

Highly unstoppable, nothin’s un-coppable

Tito Santana matador ain’t equipped to stop the bull

Prada product pulled over a nigga’s nappy skull

Around here I am the g.o.a.t.

like the Capricorn

New grove, still bitches don’t know this a flaw

Cause my hoes in the X like they model for cars

Here to change the whole game do the audible

Initial place wasn’t cruel so we oughta bull

I’m Bald Bull to my Little Mac competition

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Fist pleaser, skirt lifter, young Dirk Diggler

Wahlberg +Shooter+, young flow fluid

And my brains travel like Yung Berg jewels

Transformer, no opponent is formidable

Pockets morbidly obese, I’ll be tourin for loot

I’m Wale, the new nigga on the block

See my team has hella cars, I got a couple knots

See, how the beat gets ate off

Acquire my scratch and I ain’t have to use an 8-ball

Hip-Hop's whole face is off

And I rock with the band, this a cake-walk

Yeah

And I don’t want

I don’t wanna be condescending on that but like cake-walk

Like, I meant like cake from the second season of «Da Band»

Like cake-walk like it’s, fuck it

(TALK TO 'EM!)

Yo, I’ll be whatever you wan' call me

Weird or faulty, but lyricists can’t ignore me (nah)

Keep a shooter wherever the force be (why?)

Case they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey

So, they hate and they say

But the AK’s a cross from the tommy like Shenene and they’ll try ya

Rap hero but wasn’t nicer, prior

I started off the top of the dome, call him Sylar

Now you now son become C. Dalvin

Dollar Dungarees, kicks fly closet like Chun Lee (but dawg)

Pump me with Sigel to pump B

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Flow’s all flames, not a race but keep up

Cause I’ll +Bolt+ on Usain, I’m too ahead of the game

So take your seat on the bench

You met Wale and 9th Wonder, now meet the tenth

Joey…