[Intro: (spoken word, close-mic)] no scene to set, no story to sell, just weight in the mouth. three voices, one verdict, you can feel it when it drops. [Instrumental: (loop rides, swung hats, tight snare, DJ cuts tease)] [Verse 1: (Kellen, bright high tenor, staccato speed, tight pocket)] i step in, i set it, i press it, i do not relax. you gesture and guess it, then stress it, then bump into facts. other rappers sound busy, but flimsy, like wind in a bag. we anchor the room, no perfume, just grit in the drag. your bars got a shine, but they slide, no traction, no tread. my bars got a snap, make you clap with your jaw, then you dread. you chase what is hot, then you rot when it cools in your hand. we stay in the slot, never not, like a rule in the land. i spit with a bite, take a slice, leave a mark on the beat. you spit for a like, then you hide when it is time to compete. you talk like a boss, but you soft, you fold when it is tense. we talk like a loss, for your squad, no joke, no pretense. other rappers try angles, then tangle, then trip on their tongue. we fire in bursts, clean work, then we done what is done. say less, mean more, that is law, and we live in the proof. you still in the booth, talking tough, but you built out of roof. [Chorus: (all three in unison, chant-repetitive, hook hits hard)] talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. [Verse 2: (Ari, mid-tenor, gritty and controlled, confident swing)] i do not do extras, i measure, then sever the slack. you do all the chatter, then shatter, then beg for it back. other rappers want credit for breath, for a look, for a pose. we want the whole block to admit that we cold, and it shows. your crew got a slogan, but broken, it bend when it is tried. our crew got a method, and kept it, it hold when it is dried. you rap like you owe it, then show it, then over-explain. we rap like we own it, no moaning, just muscle and aim. you lean on a gimmick, then trim it, then call it “a style.” we lean on a system, it hit you, then follow a while. you say you the hardest, it is harmless, you soft in the core. we do not say shit, we just spit, then you ask for no more. other rappers throw shade, half-made, then they duck when it lands. we throw a clean blade, it stay, and it stuck in your plans. fuck a fake king, with a ring made of tin and of hype. we bring real weight, no debate, we the type you don’t like. [Chorus: (all three in unison, chant-repetitive, hook hits hard)] talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. [Instrumental Breakdown: (drums strip back, bass forward, DJ cuts, tension rebuilds)] [Verse 3: (Soren, low baritone, heavy impact, ruthless calm)] i do not do friendly, i do not do lenient, period. you talk like you ready, then panic, then vanish, it is hideous. other rappers sound thin, like they grin while they begging for clout. we sound like a door getting kicked, and you feel it throughout. you want a pass, want a class, want a pat on the head. we want your whole set to go quiet, and stay there instead. you call it a wave, it is spray, it is foam, it is gone. we call it a weight, it is fate, it is set, it is on. you sweet with your words, then you swerve when it is time for the test. we mean every word, and it hurt, cause we built for the stress. other rappers act lethal on wax, then they gentle in life. we are calm, but the tone stay sharp, like the edge of a knife. shit, you can’t stand where we stand, you get sick from the height. we don’t reach for the light, we just turn it off, then we write. talk heavy is simple, it hits you, you get it, you stop. three voices, one pressure, no mercy, no maybe, we drop. [Chorus: (all three in unison, chant-repetitive, hook hits hard)] talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. [Chorus: (same hook, bigger unison, drums hit harder)] talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, you feel that damn weight. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. talk heavy, talk heavy, other rappers sound light. [Outro: (loop fades, snare knocks, DJ cuts, tape-sat tail)]
