Talk Dat Talk (feat. Classified) Video (MV)

I'm back in my zone, tell the king I'm crashing the throne
From back of the dome, speak truth with immaculate flows
And I'm acting alone, no ghost writes attached to my songs
Bout to cop me some clout bigger than Kaepernick's fro

Grip the beat like a lab to a bone These new rappers is off, the syncopation
Is wrong I Don't like the way they tracking they songs
They push the vocal ahead like the beat is tagging along
I'm first up but I've been down That's why the OG's show love when I come

Around Them young bloods show me respect, give me
The crown Plus them royalty checks stay hitting in my
Bank account Look at me now, I've been fighting for many
Rounds Boy I got my weight up, now I'm shaving a couple

Pounds I'm on my way up, haters wanna double down
But it's all good cause I'm seated at the table now
It's all facts, don't embellish it, better than I ever been
Serenade the mic and I'm still nice with the synonyms

On sight diminish em, on tracks I finish em
Cap until I catch em in real life, they scrimmaging
Yeah, want smoke let me give em the fire They ain't know I burn tracks like a Michelin tire
Me and Class bout to make em retire Take it down to the wire cause I ain't stopping

Til I reach the Messiah
Man I do this, let's get into it They tired of the same old, peep the newest
Fire up the Pro Tools with something to flow to
A touch of that old school, let me run through it

Yeah, tell em that I do this, let's get into it
They tired of the same old, peep the newest Fire up the Pro Tools with something to flow to
A touch of that old school, let me run through it
Look, I'm like 50 Cent on the minivan

Wearing skinny pants trying to do the Diddy dance
Cool, many fans wanna throw plenty hands
Blowing homegrown from that hippie land I grew
You're worn out like worn jeans and tank tops

We regulate em like Warren G and Nate Dogg
And we don't give a f(woah) for you Owen I'll bite my tongue
Out of respect, we count these checks I'm trying to dodge the fountain of death
They got me sitting up in this lodge on this mountain

I'm next, I only roll with the best
Me, my people and my plants
Arthritis in my pen, feel it deep inside my hand
Cold as open deep freezers

You'll never see me like ancient sea creatures
A little cowbell that could cure this deep fever
I'm an old school throwback like TV receivers
I hit em like a meat cleaver

And I ain't looking for trouble
I'm more of a peacekeeper
I'm more of a free thinker
I'm more of a big dreamer

Your soul seems weaker than this pair of cheap sneakers
Class, I've been around, you know the name
I never fall, I rebuild like Notre Dame
Open flames, couldn't burn down this poker game

Look at what I did and what I overcame
Stupid, let's get into it
They tired of the same old
Peep the newest, fire up the Pro Tools

With something to flow to
A touch of that old school
Let me run through it
Yeah, tell em that I do this

Let's get into it
They tired of the same old
Peep the newest, fire up the Pro Tools
With something to flow to

A touch of that old school
Let me run through it