Talk Is Cheap

(álbum: Collection II - 2018)

[Baker:]
Smokin blunts in the ville
Coming with that southern feel
I hate a bitch
I hate busta
Raised to win if need I kill
No hiccups in my game
Throwing words with a slang
It's a Tennessee thang
Rep the south we love it mane
Here's the deal comin real
Layin waste to all these fakes
I break a mutha fuckas will
And skin these puny coward snakes
Demonstrating with the assertion
Fighting till my very end
You can not win within this life unless your dominant my friend
So put your foot up in the ass of any soul who try to stop you
If you wanna reach the top
Just fly along and do not drop till
You are spaced from this place
Somewhere else but still I'm faced
With all these cowards that I hate
Just let me live and don't relate
I ain't sparing no bitch feel the wrath within my path
From underground the trinity we rising off the map
So watch your words if we're spoken
Or the fires are awoken
See the devils what your hoping but there's worse that's yet been broken
With the 3 no provoking only worried bout ourselves
Into the future we will grow and make this bump this wicked craft
Feel the heat from the sun beating down upon your back
For the moon will come soon and then we go out on attack
Ain't no need for the money I just do it for the laughs
Feed my ego with these deeds
So terrible is how I act
No emotions when I'm stalking
Hear the terrors in this track
No remorse I'm ever shown
Creeping up so watch your back

[Hydra:]
I'm gettin tired of these rappers
Spitting all the same bits
Motherfucker we don't care about them diamonds on your wrists
You still a bitch
We know a nerd when we see one
Running lip over the internet
You're claiming what you're worth
But only flinch when consequences come
No need to run from yourself
Cause we gon bring the noise
I bet behind that fake persona
Hides a little boy
Just spend a day off in the ville
I'll show you what's important
You sheep ain't ready to face the devil
Get your things in order
You won't be worried about your necklace
When your leakin from ya head off in the icu
I cannot sympathize fool
I know depression ain't a game
But half these pussy ass suckas
Just be cryin for some fame
We need a new direction
Take your sadness and embrace it
Make a change and overcome
Or else you might as well just dig yourself a grave and join the bums
No ones stopping for the weak
You gotta problem
Come and solve it
Show some action talk is cheap
I'm always down to buck
Drugs money pussy power
See that's all you want
Id rather speak about reality
And hold my own
Some people just don't fuckin get it
Do your thang and ramble on
But once you bustas cross the click
There is no way to stop the hunt
I'm out for blood
I am a fiend
I toss and turn at night
I can't escape my inner evil
Satan lives inside
The truth will float onto surface
Open up your eyes
These social media pretenders
Don't control you mane