Talk’n That Shit! Lyrics

“Talk’n That Shit! Lyrics” sung by Killer Mike from the album Michael represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Talk’n That Shit! by Killer Mike.

[Part 1]

[Intro]
I just need someone to help me stay awake
Because evidently, Killer Mike has gone to sleep
(DJ Paul)
(TWhy, you did it, you heard?)

[Verse 1]
N^^gas talk to me about that woke-a^^ s^^t (Yeah)
Same n^^gas walkin’ on some broke-a^^ s^^t
You see, your words ain’t worth no money, I ain’t spoke back, b^^ch
All of you n^^gas hang together on some Brokeback s^^t
Really, y’all n^^gas some hoes, on some ho-a^^ s^^t
Look at me and take a picture, on some Kodak s^^t
What you see is a G and you envy that s^^t
I can see it in your eyes like a envious b^^ch
I’m in rooms with politicians talking business and s^^t
Hear you come with your opinion, ain’t solicit that s^^t
Lola hit up DJ Paul, went to Mеmphis and s^^t
Pause, rest in peacе to Lord Infamous, b^^ch
I’m so underground, I move like Pimp C in this b^^ch
I bob and weave and bust on beats like Bun B in this b^^ch
I’m feeling like I’m Tony Draper, Ball and G in this b^^ch
On fire like Hot Boy Juvi’, four hundred degrees in this b^^ch

[Part 2]

[Verse 2]
All that chatter that you chatter ’bout my matter just don’t matter
I don’t— I don’t forth and backer, I clack-clacka-rata-tata
Could be blacker, could be cracker
It’s whatever, that’s whenever
Sprinkle salt, I spray pepper
You play bad, I go evil
I know folk, I know people
I’m the s^^t, I go fecal
You a leech, I’m a leader
Humble down, we ain’t equal
Kill your master, slap your sifu
I’m rich rollin’, true blue regal
I keep a stick, don’t take s^^t, and that .223 is lethal

[Part 3]

[Verse 3]
Black Boulé they hate me
I’m too cool, AC
I don’t give a f^^k if weed gettin’ legal if none of my n^^gas ain’t free
Ayy, I don’t give a f^^k who the president is if the president ain’t for me
You ain’t never met a n^^ga like me
I’m a bad n^^ga, I’m Stagger Lee
I’m a Morehouse man, Spike Lee
Dope man with a plan, Fat Steve
I kill ’em, I’m Hosea Williams
Unbought, unbossed, I’m chillin’
Tryna get it out the mud off the muscle
Tryna get it like the late Herman Russell
I’m yearning like Alonzo Herndon
I’m the new Q-Ball, I’m earnin’
First rule you better understand
You dealing with a real black man
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it like I said it ’cause I said what I said, understand?
So stay in your place, lil’ man
Commentin’ on the TV channel
I guarantee you never seen a n^^ga like me ’cause they only make these in Atlanta

[Outro]
She a slum
You know what I’m sayin’?
‘Bout how great we are
She a slum

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