The Vacation from Ourselves-Wale

The Vacation from Ourselves - Wale Because you said this would be better. Remember? A vacation from ourselves. That's what you said...I'm sorry, you've gotta get a job Bammas is trippin'. Vacationin' You see they way out they minds with no return ticket This how here go This how I hear it different That's why I'm so annoyed That's why I here whispers Call me a product of my own damn hood Since Nautica was popular than popular for good Reason I'm good Reason I stuck with the sound I ain't playing like the rest who got free from it I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music A couple others but I feel they less important to me The point is It pointed Me in the direction of my home grown noises Of a artist I loved yet avoided Imitating out-of-towners wasn't going well And I ain't goin' well I jive like Bone Them fast songs was cool but never wrote to 'em Only concern was the home that was close to him Our style, our slang and our own music If I could hone my tone I could blow too So I phone Tony Craig, said we gonna do it And that we did... (Hey Dan was that alright? Damn smack everythin' sound good, we gonna keep it... Next Verse) A lot of rappers sound like a lot of rappers Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now They puttin' out the same blueprint So pun... it's no new sh*t and it ain't no fun It's no fundamentals it's one dimensional One can mention one's self and it'd be too pretentious And to pretend as if 2Pac is not these dudes' intentions Pay attention if you should listen to his sh*t and they sh*t it's too convincing As well as Chris-to-pher we miss ya But every march ninth another twenty is with us Clones... imitators known For imitatin' the off switch like I'm on top of my own And they copy what's on And copy what's hot until that goes cold The one who breaks mold is that last to get on But usually will last cause the last stick is on And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone Opposers try to knock but harder he will go Never can he mimic... maybe can admire But never will he imitate another rap ni**a I am Wale and never can I vacate Never can I straight face Look at Wale and say you nothing but a biter Not the enlightener or liaison to the niggas that's grindin Niggas that's reading Niggas that's learning Niggas that's scheming Niggas out Maryland Niggas out DC Niggas who ain't seen beef To niggas in it knee deep who you think keep peace... me And I'm free free free.. (Wale Folarin mixtape about nothing, but really I am saying something, y'all all bluffin... keep coming) Even if I ever leave now If I ever bleed DMV you can hear it when I speak You can hear it in my lyrics And even when you old and your hearing incoherent You can feel it via spirit Via my inheritance speakin' as I did it Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city The outskirts listen The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the buzz I position The thugs say I'm cool The cool say I'm thug The mirror's screaming at me saying I'm Emmi Lola's son I am not the only one In the city where the Burns magazines say I'm in I don't really give a f**k DC lovin ya I don't want it on my back And they label me king... you can kindly take it back I don't want no f**king crown I don't need no f**king throne See, the kings get killed very least overthrown I'm a thorough a** ni**a I don't need a ni**a hold me Even if I roll I'm a forever gon be home See there no place better than the state of my mind There's no time wasted and no vacations... B**ch..