The Opening Title Sequence

Lyrics

[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? Niggas 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? 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'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 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, 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 niggas love nothin', so I made this tape Get it? Haha Most niggas love nothin' so I made this tape—gone!