🎵 Talkin’ Shit // by Quasimoto

8 ContributorsTalkin’ Shit Lyrics [Intro: Fr Amde Hamilton] "I'll stop calling you niggers When you start actin' like black men My fellow poets tell me not to write poems Talkin' bad about black folk But I ain't mad at whitey I'm mad at you, ya low down niggas Crossing out each other constantly Talkin' about brotha this and whitey that You low down lames, it takes two to play a game! Y'all claim to be so hip And all that shit playin' tough But the niggas ain't really rough Cream puffs is a better word than tough! Y'all better get hip and come off this trip Wit' y'all under-killin' asses! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] "Coming through! So over, you can't really see Why you askin' me? When you back to, reality" [Verse: Madlib & Quasimoto] I keep it real, you droppin' shit like it's sloppy (Meanwhile) My shit open you up like an autopsy I never throw my shit upon the floppy Unless I'm in a battle with some niggas tryna top me (Niggas get frustrated?) Niggas try, but never stop me (How you do?) I be straight playin' the humble way, y'all niggas actin' cocky I see the fry, y'all like some could-be-jockeys Reality check like 360 'round in circles Everything that comes around goes back around for a purpose Like when you split the lip service (Lip service) Y'all niggas need to be smacked worthless [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] "Talkin' shit? Tal— talkin' sh— Tal— talkin' sh— tal— talkin' shit? You better watch out, you'll be walkin'— talkin' shit? You better watch out, you'll be walkin'— comin' through— Comin'— comin' through— comin' through— Com— comin' through— comin' through— so— so— So— so— so— so— so— Comin' through— so— comin' through! So over You can't really see Why you askin' me? When you back to, reality"