Wait For You

Yeah, hey, yeh

And who are you to be talkin 'bout, what I be doin man?

I'm the upper echelon, who is you to evaluate my performance?

How would you like it if I came to your job

And evaluated your performance? {*laughter*}

Are you the best at what you do?

Your name don't even come up in conversation man

Better get it while the gettin is good, and do what you do

No hesitation, ain't no time for playin games

Go 'head and take all you can, and grab with both hands

Do it big or they won't even know your name

While the gettin is good, you do what you do

No hesitation ain't no time for playin games

Go 'head and take all you can, and grab with both hands

Do it big or they won't even know your name

Yo, aiyyo

What are you doin wit'cha life? Your time on Earth is sacred

The time you spend at your plantation is it worth the paper?

It's like you workin for nathan, the money's circulatin

You can't pay your mortgage but you buyin bottles perpetratin

Chill with them threatening raps

You sound lame, you a snake, you made the plane with your venomous acts

They call me Gentleman Sav

Cause I back Miss Congeniality like Benjamin Bratt

Attractin chicks who like the "Feminine Fatt"

While you only deal with the bitches, I deal with the realest women

It's ill how they feel the rhythm in they mid-section

When they blessed with the child-bearin hips

But the softest pair of lips is when they hair get flipped

I love my culture and heritage, it keep me from being derelict

Invested in myself like this was Merrill Lynch

Been waitin for my second comin like I'm heavensent

Even though I'm not your savior I'll grace you with my benevolence

Yo, yo, yo

My style is unfadeable and haterproof I'll slay the booth

I'm known to interrupt the program like late breakin news

Some say its only eggheads that I cater to

Well wait a few in order to make an omelette I gotta break a few

My plate is full, I wasn't 'sposed to be here but I made it through

My reputation grew, I left.. blood on the stage for you

How dare you say that my commitment is debatable

I'm married to the music; you rhythm then I'm a slave to you

Commercial artists so relatable

The consumer appetite is insatiable, I could do what they could do easily

But then they'd say Kweli be seemin fake to you

Record sales ain't makin you, money is motivatin you

The artist gotta lead I hope the fan base stay with you

The products shoddy if you rush it for the paper true

D'Angelo and Sade they, take a decade or two

Keep that good music comin and they'll wait for you