Talk With Force 2007

Lyrics

[Commentary: Phrase] Yeah, Talk With Force remix Proudly sponsored by Jase And the good people o' BeatHedz productions Ay, Illy? Let's two-thousand-and-sevenise this shit, man Yeah, new shit Yeah [Intro: Illy] Yuh Yeah [Verse 1: Illy] I'm startin' to show up on your radars and that's from representin' way past The average, focusin' on music, not on stayin' hard Use rap as my graff, the booth as my train yard The pen as my sword, swung my sword like Braveheart To cut through the brush they use to paint artists In one stroke, the scum in the yard made is garbage This ain't a picket fencе garden, ain't for the faint heartеd Ain't for the frail to take part in Only the strong survive, we ain't waitin' for the drop Take the first opportunity to elevate the flock And never sell out, the squad wasted their youth on pot So we never heard o' paper beatin' rock, we laid the plot Switch plans and gingerbread manned 'em Stock standard, still [?] on the [?], uh They do laps, I'm too focused for that This one take, off-road on a track, they wrote off on a track It's no match, keep your hatchback raps Keep it real, lose your backpack straps, it's Ill Yeah, cats like "Fuckin' right" I mack but the facts say otherwise As we livin' and dyin', gettin' high under southern skies, right [Commentary: Jase] You're listening to the Illy Mixtape This is Jase, BeatHedz, NuBreed Obese, RDC, F1C And I'm co-signing Illy 'Cause if you aren't fuckin' with Jase Then you aren't worth fuckin' with Crooked Eye, what? [Ad-libs: Illy] Yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Illy] I went from small stashes to camera lens flashes Swiss to spittin' flows 'cause dope [?] done is [?] It's over, the bro's back at it to let 'em have it Once I'm ready to rattle off my tracks, your tracks ain't gon' matter You can save the chitter chatter, I'm pissin' myself Like hard punches to the bladder, you chumps are not rappers Call it a hot verse, I call it wasted page I'm ice cold, spittin' hotter than where satan stays I've been a dope rapper, rip up any place or stage I'm twenty-one, son, imagine when I'm Phrase's age We get it done, I don't need to forge or fraud It's real, brutally honest, flaws, warts and all It's whatever you wanna make it, brawls, rorts or more Over four four beats, the scoreboards is all In favour of the Crooked Eye call y'all ignored We winnin', you just caught the balls (ha, ha) I'll watch with eagle vision We find loopholes to beat the legal system so we can get rich and I don't need convincin', (I don't) my words, I don't mince 'em Straight to the top, nowhere to go, fittin', Ill, get 'em [Commentary: Savage & Optamus] Yeah, what up? It's your boy, Savage I'm chillin' here with my man, Illy on the Illy Mixtape Checkin' out this shit, it's ill Yo, this is the general, Optamus Representin' Syllabolix, you're listenin' to Illy On the Illy Mixtape, kick it off, full decibel readings Yeah [Ad-libs: Phrase] Coo-wee Yeah [Verse 3: Phrase] Ay, yo, Illy, fuck these silly cats Thinkin' they can touch the tilly and take cash from our register They ain't on my radar, they don't even register I don't think they know what it is to raise the temperature Never rock their own shows, only get support slips A hundred shows a year, motherfuckers wanna talk shit Hoppin' on a circuit, you should join the circus Go and get a clown suit, that'd suit your purpose It ain't that your worthless, (Nah) it's just that we're perfect (Yeah) And constantly on heat, like the temperature is surface And you ain't even surface, you ain't caught a break yet I'm avoidin', waves out in public 'cause my face is Is known as the Nike tick, bitches, this is basic Illy got the goods for the fiends that wait Talk With Force took the team to the golden gates Now Crooked Eye hold the key that controls your fate, yeah [Commentary: Phrase] Yeah, big Phrase on the Ill Al mixtape Make sure you keep your eyes peeled For my new record in two-thousand-and-seven, oi, Illy, man? Let's get at 'em with this new single shit, drop it, Flagrant