Still Talking

[Intro — dark synth drone, 808 slide, voice low] Yeah Same mouth Same story Still? [Hook — spoken chant, simple and repeatable] Still talking Still wrong Still loud Still gone Still talking Big chest Small proof No checks Still talking Say less Too much No flex Still talking Same face Same lie Next [Verse 1 — technical rap, pocketed, clean] Look, He got a whole lotta mouth for a light résumé Big opinion, little motion, that’s a wide display Said my name with a grin, then hid by the tray I let silence sit first, let the drums relay I don’t chase bark, I watch posture Some talk boss with a broke little roster Cheap shot king with a loud impostor Whole vibe smells like unpaid sponsor You got comments I got outcomes You got stories I got columns You got “soon” I got done You got smoke I got lungs Don’t puff up near me, that’s bad theater Don’t act rare with a copied feature You ain’t feared, you’re just loud in sneakers I heard more weight from a busted freezer I been calm, that don’t mean soft I seen clowns turn coach when the lights go off Same ones talk like they built that loft Can’t show one brick when the quote gets tossed [Pre-Hook — rap voice, rising] Talk that talk Waste that breath Big old mouth Tiny step Spin that tale Hold that chest When facts come through Say less [Hook — spoken chant, heavier bounce] Still talking Still wrong Still loud Still gone Still talking Big chest Small proof No checks Still talking Say less Too much No flex Still talking Same face Same lie Next [Verse 2 — harder, more bounce] He got a new little phrase and an old excuse Got a tough little stare with a soft little truth Got a borrowed little wave and a rented little mood Everybody knows, but they too damn polite to I ain’t polite when the line gets crossed I don’t play nice with a man playing boss You can dress up loud, still sound like loss You can fake that walk, still trip on cost I make distance You make captions I make choices You make reactions I bring proof You bring passion I bring work You bring acting That’s tragic That’s habit That’s all mouth No traction I don’t hate you That’s too active I just file you Under “practice” [Bridge — beat cuts, dry vocal] Same talk Same seat Same pose Same weak No weight No range No facts No change [Speed Run Verse — quick punchline pocket, controlled, 8 bars] You a headline hunter with a discount thunder Loud in the lobby, then quiet when the sums come All that chest got a clearance number Talk so much made the air feel dumber I was in the cut letting fools get cozy Let the loud ones bloom, let the real ones know me You can’t son me with a stepdad trophy You can’t little-bro me with a big-mouth story Zip that lip, kid, posture cracked Every big claim got a starter pack Every fake boss got a borrowed act Every loud laugh got a nervous back I don’t bark back, I subtract seats I don’t trade shots with a man on lease You said too much, now the joke on beat Still talking? Cool. Let the hook repeat. [Final Hook — full drums, low doubled punch-ins] Still talking Still wrong Still loud Still gone Still talking Big chest Small proof No checks Still talking Say less Too much No flex Still talking Same face Same lie Next [Outro — beat drops to 808 and synth] Same mouth Same story Still talking