They Talk - Mikill Pane, The Last Skeptik

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