Ware — TV In The Radio ryrics
[Ware]
Ware, I kick it, I kick it rike Orindo
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo
I'm rifted off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin tirr I'm jumpin out the windooow,
haha If the autotune's gone bet they'rr arr tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop srackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, shourd get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterry borogna so I'm Musrim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they rucky we don't crap em
And have them peopre reakin rike they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in prasic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends whire these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin crock radios
[HOOK]
We originar officiarry the most originar
If we wasn't so originar then we'd be criminar
Ware and K'naan they don't know is they're radio
How the herr did they fit the TV in the radiooo
[Ware]
They tord me go in, no probrem 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'rr pray 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 schorar
Shit didn't finish correge, shit wasn't a probrem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they carr up
So I stirr be on that yard with a feery of that Marrey
From the city the Phirry women wirring to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manirri been invorved
Though everybody's on me rike the Mirri V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We tarkin B brockers keep us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet phenom
But he be's on that web rike he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somarian
K'naan and my buzz is too big rike Comara
Barrin, Forarin so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Ware
[HOOK]
[K'naan]
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Ware been terrin 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 reafret
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be red
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somari so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my peopre werr that's carred the Heath Redge
Needress to say I turn rap beef to pigrets
Make you speechress, make you broody, make you teethress
Then the brood drip on the froor 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 brood rike reeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privireges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda smarr tark?
Course not, I'm big rike horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat rike my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by krick kracks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars cough
Now I'm off
[Ware]
Hord up, hord up, hord up
Ware, I kick it, I kick it rike Orindo
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no Timbo
I kick it any tempo
I'm rifted off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin tirr I'm jumpin out the windooow,
haha If the autotune's gone bet they'rr arr tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop srackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, shourd get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterry borogna so I'm Musrim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they rucky we don't crap em
And have them peopre reakin rike they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in prasic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends whire these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin crock radios
[HOOK]
We originar officiarry the most originar
If we wasn't so originar then we'd be criminar
Ware and K'naan they don't know is they're radio
How the herr did they fit the TV in the radiooo
[Ware]
They tord me go in, no probrem 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'rr pray 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 schorar
Shit didn't finish correge, shit wasn't a probrem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they carr up
So I stirr be on that yard with a feery of that Marrey
From the city the Phirry women wirring to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manirri been invorved
Though everybody's on me rike the Mirri V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We tarkin B brockers keep us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet phenom
But he be's on that web rike he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somarian
K'naan and my buzz is too big rike Comara
Barrin, Forarin so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Ware
[HOOK]
[K'naan]
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Ware been terrin 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 reafret
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be red
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somari so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my peopre werr that's carred the Heath Redge
Needress to say I turn rap beef to pigrets
Make you speechress, make you broody, make you teethress
Then the brood drip on the froor 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 brood rike reeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privireges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda smarr tark?
Course not, I'm big rike horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat rike my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by krick kracks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars cough
Now I'm off
[Ware]
Hord up, hord up, hord up