Speak Volumes

Lyrics

[Intro: Mike Tyson] Everyone says, "I wish I was in your shoes, I wish I was in your shoes." The hundreds of people that wish they were in my shoes don't know the tenth of it If they were in my shoes, they would cry like babies [Verse 1] Uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh Drug-related raps, criminal cloth king Physique lord projection, cyber money mafia Mystique kush [?], A1 leaf chief [?] at [?], mystery mix, memory mobster My international brand is outstanding Bags is Bigfoot, didn't know it was this good what I was planning Apollo and Planet business meetings and pink salmon Don't bother yourself, we gladly serve beef patties Forced me to mark your face, I thought I told you never ever let me see you tryna pull up in my parking space Blowout shirts, wise guy gadgets and clerks What I tell you about tryna sell on my turf, chump? Black belter, airline Delta Foam metal poms is on again, tell the squad to meet me at the bomb shelter The streets featuring the face of death, brace your steps Stay so I can freeze the final safety net [Hook] The opposite of weak, what I speak is power Won't drop 'til it's complete, need at least an hour Drop it in the streets, and the streets is ours 'Cause everything we do seems to speak in volumes The opposite of weak, what I speak is power Won't drop 'til it's complete, need at least an hour Drop it in the streets, and the streets is ours 'Cause everything we do seems to speak in volumes [Verse 2] Styles is beyond, my wave cut strictly for the intellectual thugs And jailhouse imams, therapeutic drug use, melody We them babies from the seventies, proud of my sleeve, flawless and felony Beautiful like all of my seeds, onomato-grees, the trinity is all that I need And my circumference peach, the realest known for killer zone to silicone This shit I'm on can get a nice slice to sit us on No time to politic with the petty, that's deadly I never bit the hand that fed me, that's settlin' I don't involve myself with the tricks(?) because that's meddlin' I played a cup with my peeps and sleep in the reach of my weapon This ain't a action flick, it's just the story of a kid out of poverty tryna find a way to stack some chips The streets featuring the face of death, brace your steps, my hustle is my safety net [Hook] The opposite of weak, what I speak is power Won't drop 'til it's complete, need at least an hour Drop it in the streets, and the streets is ours 'Cause everything we do seems to speak in volumes The opposite of weak, what I speak is power Won't drop 'til it's complete, need at least an hour Drop it in the streets, and the streets is ours 'Cause everything we do seems to speak in volumes [Outro] Yeah, it's that mixture right here, man It's how we get busy Know what I mean?