Talkin' that Shit (from Rt Shorts) (feat. Lamar Hall) - Jeff Williams, Lamar Hall

Yo, you can catch me rolling with the best

And shooting at the rest

Everyday, common men, never change, OQuest

But, professor sit calm for the lecture

Cause I’m about to dig deep in your brains like Lector

Food for thought to the masters in the crowd

Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud

And if its hard to digest, then I suggest, that you turn a deaf ear to these

words I manifest

No doubt I got my hustle game strong

And my knuckle game too

Homie want to prove me wrong?

A ferocious competitor

Rap season veteran

Bringin' mad color to the track like melanin

Givin' the shoutout to the clowns that I’m better than

Give up the rap and find some other shit to settle in

But if you still want arms drawn

Here’s my address, I’m at 78 Chestnut West

Motherfucker

Everytime you see me I’ll be talking that shit, talking that shit,

talking that shit

Each and every day I’ll be talking that shit, talking that shit,

talking that shit

Round two

You know I come stormin out my corner

My opponent don’t want it cause he’s sweatin like he in a sauna

Look at his trainer and his cut man’s screaming

Throw the towel in man cause he’s given me a beating and that’s real

Give less than a fuck how you feel

They say they’re busting spades

But you all know the deal

I’m holding all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed

And it’s over, time to deliever your last meal

I’m arrogant and cocky

Brash full of moxie

You’ll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me

You better run, take notes and try to copy

My style but it’s impossible to mock me

So think again homie

You can’t win homie

Nobody’s fucking with society’s in homie

My trademark SE to the grave come see me motherfucker if you really feeling

brave bitch

You’re dealin with Dorchester door

Rocksberry rebel

Nada pier menace

Most of Boston isn’t ghetto

On a whole 'nother level

People keep their heavy metal

Be it mics or machine guns we gotta score to settle

Echo, a gunshot, for sun blocks

So loud it can make the whole city jump

But the streets stay bloody, and dog that’s my word

People been out here so long they become part of the curb

But that’s the foundation of this dude that you’re hearing

Striking fear in the hearts of faith, when I’m out fearing

The real gold ride, show respect, mega heart

Cause they recognize that I’ve been the same from the start

I never gave a fuck

Don’t give a fuck

Won’t give a fuck

Don’t like it though luck

I’m the dude you love to hate

And always will be

'Til they kill me

Imma still be talking that shit

Motherfucker