Talking Shit

[Intro: Poison Pen and Swave Sevah]
Swave Sevah: I’m about to blackout right now. Uh. I want to have fun with this one. Yeah. I want to show y’all how I really get down. Uh. Yeah. These are for the sleepers (Right, right). Wake up (Wake your ass up). Those who really don’t know by now. Y’all about to see it right now in one moment. Y’all ain’t gotta wait no more. Listen
Poison Pen: Talk that shit, my nigga. Harlem. Yeah. Up top. Ha. Come on, Sevah. Haha. Show ‘em how your block do it, son

[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]
Yo, through mics, I make this weight on my chest the lighter burden
Turn your night club to a Fight Club like Tyler Durden
Give me flames. Once the purple haze invades
The tongue will spray whatever phrase the brain displays
Lash out in dangerous ways, my words are like a chemical warfare
That could travel through radio waves
Very innovative, always trying to practice new tactics
That’ll burn through cats fast as acid do plastic
I’m here to make classics. You bitch niggas who want to floss
I’ll take your gators and throw ‘em back in Lake Placid
Fuck said I ain’t worthy? Dog, I’m nice
Flow like a torture device, have you begging for mercy
But you could hold your plea bargains. See, I’m authentic
And you more of a knockoff, the shit sold at a flea market
And you could come with your deep squadron. For all I care
Y’all could all line up—y’all make neat targets
Bone, joints, body, your soul departing
Look one into the eye before he lose his sight
Say, “Listen, man, look, you ‘bout to lose your life
But don’t fight. Go towards the light. You’ll be alright”
I hate the music y’all make. Yo, I had enough
You ain’t got what it takes. You fakes ain’t half as tough
You ain’t no match, dog. You fraudulent. Stop acting up
Yeah, I’m talking and, bitch, I can back it up