[Hook: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, full chest, shouted] Talk that talk, the whole room knows the rest Swinging at my name with my lines on your breath Say it with your chest, cause they finish it best Talk that talk, the whole room knows the rest [Verse 1: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, taunting, loud and quick] Thursday night roast at the back of the Lamplight Folding chairs, one bulb, and a sign-up sheet taped tight You wrote your name in caps like you came for a fight Said you got ten minutes on why my songs ain't right So you played me for a month on a loop in your car Taking notes on the hate, every verse, every bar Studied me so hard that it soaked through the skin Now you can't throw a punch that I didn't write in [Hook: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, full chest, shouted] Talk that talk, the whole room knows the rest Swinging at my name with my lines on your breath Say it with your chest, cause they finish it best Talk that talk, the whole room knows the rest [Verse 2: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, taunting, faster, cocked back] Lights go down and you open up mean Got a setup so long that it needs a limousine Say "this man couldn't buy a hit if he..." and you pause for the sting And the whole room hollers out my verse from the spring So you skip to the next, "his flow so weak that..." And the bartender sings it with a rag on the rack Now you sweating through the jacket that you bought for the night Flipping through your notes for a line I didn't write Ain't one on the page, man, I checked it twice You built a whole roast out of my advice [Bridge: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, mic to the room, shouted, beat thins to kick and flute, then the full beat comes back] Gimme that mic, nah, hold it to the crowd Two hundred people rapping my verse out loud Front row, back row, bar stools too Every word that you borrowed coming back at you Say it with your chest, they already know Who wrote the jokes and who stole the show [Verse 3: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, taunting, slower and colder] Now you sit by the door with your sheet on your knee Host hands you a towel and a ginger ale free Monday you'll type that the crowd got paid That they'd shout for a sandwich and a cup of lemonade But the rest of the story, the whole room knows You the biggest fan I got in these rows Keep typing, partner, do your homework, I'll grade it Every line that you post, I already made it [Final Hook: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, full chest, shouted] Talk that talk, the whole room knows the rest Swinging at my name with my lines on your breath Say it with your chest, cause they finish it best Talk that talk, the whole room knows the rest [Outro: Taunting quick-tongued male MC, laughing, flute loop rings out and fades] Talk that talk The whole room knows the rest [End]
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