Chops - I'm Talkin You lyrics

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Chops - I'm Talkin You lyrics

Take these words, think it through I'm nasty raw, I'm a planet you're an asteroid Gave your mom another shot at life she asked to abort Tap your jaws, get out the door or I might wax yours After I mack your who*e you'll say that's the last straw Yeah I'm dope arrogant, that's the whole f**ing point You're like, "That motherf**ing ba*tard, Styles, hats off!" You thought, what? Nah, that's not a rational thought I'm extraordinary, you're mastering ?? When this task force attacks before you react you lost Hate you fake frauds make you pay the cost When I lay the law down atheists praise the lord Half the sh** you cats talk you don't do, that's soft Had your jawn, she had all of my joints Smacked that a** back and forth like a basketball court You could try to rap something but you're wack of course You're record got a solid dot in consumer report If you don't elevate hiphop and ain't saying nothing new Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you take this personal and you getting irate Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you're decent off the top but can't write a f**ing rhyme Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! And if you think that I might be talking bout you Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! Son step up if you don't wanna survive Your style ain't really working like cats a quarter to five Thought you were fly, what's worse is you honestly tried Took your heart your pride left you in a corner to cry My style you bit. If you didn't, you're thinking it admit it You're on my diddy, while all you dirty hoes be at the clinic Faking moves, talking sh** that ain't even the truth Don't make me introduce your sphincter to my boot I don't give a flying f** if you're signed or what A deal with big buck records, guess what? You still su*k!! Styles Infinite, steady pulling cats' cards You think you're dope cuz you're average in a below average squad Wanna diss but can't approach. Hiding like a phantom ghost An emperor in your mind. In life, no sk**s and no flows My name is Styles, daily dissing wack b**hes I tapped the mistress. Yes, I have pictures I hate non-creating, non-contemplating wannabe emcees That's afraid to state the truth, and if that category fits then I'm Talking bout you If you're still talking about fashion and clothes Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you're a half a** rapper with half a** shows Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you used to be dope and now you fell the f** off Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! And if there's one nice rapper in your whole crew and it ain't you I'm talking bout you!! If you think that you're nice but you really ain't really nice Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you ain't feeling my style but still listening to this record Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! And if for once just for kicks, I'm talking bout you Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you think you're up here when you're really down here Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! Take this words, think it through b*atch!

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