Rappers talk, but there's really no calm
Flippin' some music on anything
And I ain't all that, y 'all niggas just whack,
I'm tryna see thirty -five
Fight everyday, keep the doctor away,
except for this vasectomy
Magnificent and bow out gracefully
You think you can contend with me,
you probably not a friend with me
And niggas know I ain't fool easy
Brothers got it twisted cause
But they ain't got no money,
But jokes don't feed six,
ain't no slipping no more
I said it before, you ain't no cop
F*** around y 'all niggas
Rappers talk, but there's really no cop
Rappers talk, but there's really no cop
Rappers talk, but there's really no
Yeah, let these words ruminate
And duplicate vocal chords
of rappers who perpetrate
Scores of 4 -4 loops make your soul stir
Cooke of this independent rap shit
Gaye of this backpack rap s**t
Ruffin of this chitlin' circuit rap s**t
Farrell cannot be f**ked with
Dave, he's in trouble thirty -something
Ask not what this pimpin'
you can't play instruments
This s**t just don't make
Rappers talk, but there's really no calm
Rappers talk, but there's really no call
Talk, but there's really no call
but there's really no call
Rappers talk, but there's really no call