Tony Mitchell - Talk II lyrics

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Tony Mitchell - Talk II lyrics

[Verse 1: SLYTE] Beautiful day today I really pray that I might not have to run in yo sh** today Because I hate when n***as be poppin' slick But don't have no sh** to say Thats like me walkin' into the bank and fade 'Cause I don't have grip to save I can't relate to the p**y, it's straight Just please get the f** out my face You mad that I'm beige, and yo b**h on my case sh** I would be too, but the fact gon' remain That these b**hes don't change, that I'm f**in' deranged Ain't sh** you could say to me, too deep in the game to be Caught in charades, aight Count my inches, f** what haters whisperin' That's my thing, aight f** who listenin', I speak my intentions That's my thing, aight f** these b**hes, count yo money up That's what you sayin', right Player player you sayin' But these n***as ain't playin' it right With another n***a trying to tell my story You ain't sayin' it right Gotta know me SLYTE, with a fee fie .45 And we ain't playin' tonight I feel like the man because i am You feel it right If you feelin' like I'm feelin', this is how you k** it [Chorus: SLYTE] I'm the man when I walk through If you talkin' business n***a, this is who you talk to When you get it like I get it, n***a you can talk too If you feelin' like I'm feelin', this is how you k** it (2x) n***a [Verse 2: Lysergic] n***a It's them Backhouse raw dog hooligans Who is them grimy ghouls, barbaric fools Clan mob force veterans Third eye vibe, hoolah hoopin' Ooooo I'm so jubilant 'Bout to loosen up these hoes and tracks With a castric tube of lubricant Liq sippin', bong rippin', racks Dap, dippin' packs, blessin tracks We invested some haters for later SLYTE Work, man where they at? Peach Ciroc with apple jacks My n***a that's that alpha bomb Then pack a bowl of Al Green, lean Promethazine, Celine Dion Aqua dreamteam, hunger taskforce With the Ralph horse stitched to my motherf**in' chest What these b**hes need,what these n***as want Crunchin' dreams up, no n***a yup, f** the rest My mind so Ultraviolent, no push, prokaryotic Misguided, fill my cell with the nucleus maximus my knowledge All that yappin', what happened huh (What happened n***a) Sad as f** 'cause them soft rhymes not not snappin' huh (Not snappin' huh) Quantum mechanics my a**es Lysergic sippin' mola**es RKO a hoe n***a, 6 feet deep in a casket [Chorus]

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