Lyrics
Uh, uh, yeah
I feel like a fucking champion right now
The video to this has got to be on a rooftop somewhere, I reckon
There’s a slight possibility
That I’m gonna have to fight for it lyrically
And I’m gonna have to light up the city streets
Till I look like Michael in Billie Jean
So I got TLS on the telephone
«You got a beat for me to bless, bro, yes or no?»
He was like «that's fine, come get 'em, bro»
«I know you’ve got mad lines like methodrone»
I rep the hood youth and the posh kids too
If you write good music, I rock with you
They thought he couldn’t do it but the god pulled through
From writing this good news, that’s the gospel truth
Step in the studio or bedroom setup
Tell a producer «don't get too clever»
Spray the new flow that gets through leather
Make a dude know bulletproof’s better
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
But it don’t mean shit anyway
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
But it don’t mean shit anyway
They say it’s cool but my hobby’s heated
I play for my own ice hockey team
Watch 'em all try to copy me
When they see I’m on a roll like poppy seeds
All that rap beef’s entertaining and shit
But running out of words is a much worse battle
I write like a legend and I make it swift
Get it out to the world cause of Gulliver’s Travels
Novel idea, school of hard knocks
I’m qualified here, dying poor’s the only problem I fear
If I dropped dead now, I would not get found cause there’s not a guy near
A wise man told me «be strict with bars
If you make it, take your motherfucking Gs with ya
But mind you don’t use your literature
To make any blood-sucking leech richer»
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
But it don’t mean shit anyway
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
But it don’t mean shit anyway
Yo, way before you ever heard of me
I was bunning Benzes and murking beats
Put rap in a state of emergency
Newcomers can attempt to emerge and see
These MCs panicking, everybody fucks with my rapping
And I didn’t need sexy packaging
Next scenes happening, dudes be rewinding my old shit
Screaming out «let's see that again»
Cause I write action sequences
And they’re all deserving of an Oscar
And with them other guys, all man sees is shit
That’s Waterworld and Kevin Costner
Nigga, I’m not done, I’m straight raw
And I’m the top gun, they’re plain flawed
I don’t know what some are in the game for
I take all, there’s not much to play for
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
But it don’t mean shit anyway
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
They talk, they talk and they say
But it don’t mean shit