[Intro:]
(10Deep!)
Swagg… er
This is a mixtape about... nothing, hahaha
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 what I'm talkin' bout? Yeah
Look

[Verse]
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?
N***as buy ringers—can't pay their bill, though
Thus contributing to ongoing credit
Issues, the issues—pathetic—please listen to me
Hmm, what's the deal with these issues?
Magazines who, at times, seem to misuse
My time with they half-witted reviews
And the blogger has they reviews in rear-view
Because he made his decision
A month prior when it leaked on the Inter… net
So now the net solds quivers
The record sold slips and the drop is now immi… nent
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?
N***as is unifying as we speak
And as we speak, n***as 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’ve stuck to grass-pushin'
I'm glad pushin' the 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 n***as 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 n***as can't get enough of it?
But too much gets you viewed in the news, young’un’
For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
It’s true, young’un’—what's the deal with these little young’un’?
And True Religions make your butt look ugly, young’un’
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 this the tape
Collection of freestyles that I just wanted to make
And not a single feature, except Lil Wayne
‘Cause everybody else did it—had to save face
And if you love substance, you'll love Wale
But most n***as love nothin', so I made this tape
Get it? Haha
Most n***as love nothin' so I made this tape—gone!