Testo Talking Sense - Stezo
Testo della canzone Talking Sense (Stezo), tratta dall'album Crazy Noise
Kings may come and kings may go
But yo, it's time for the Stezo to flow
J-Slice is on the (cut, cut), so let's start it
It's time to (get with the charted)
Me and my man on the side is backin' me up
And if you come in my face, I'm smackin' him up
And if you try to roll, I'm jackin' him up
And after that, yo, I'm packin' him up
A vigilante rapper, killin' and collectin'
After this song is finished, you'll be respectin'
Stezo, we the man and firin' like a cannon
Instead of buckwildin', I'm Ben Tannen
Teachers, well, I'm the substitute
You're bein' terminated, so give a salute
Like a yield sign, slow down and keep caution
Like Diana, I'm the one bossin'
Take it as a threat, take it the way you wanna
Either way you take it, you know you're just gonna
End up in prison on the other side of the fence
You know why? I'm talkin' sense
I feel it, and it's a good sensation
Like a two-year-old child doin' her shoelacin'
I'm talented, and everything I invent
Can keep the cash flow flowin' and payin' the rent
I invent with the power of a sorcerer
They call me Stezo, we, and I'm the torturer
And I claim everything from the brain
And all the negative stuff is bein' drained
Stop it, yes, it's science, I'm droppin' it
There ain't an MC out there who can mop it
I'm blessed with the gift and the music is hype
Knock a human out once and say goodnight
When I'm talkin' sense, I mean intelligence
And all that stuff you're sayin' is irrelevant
I'm not bein' Einstein or a scientist
You play with me, yo, play at your own risk
Just listen to what comes out my vent
You know why? I'm talkin' sense
People gather 'round like it's a ritual séance
Listen to the mic controller as I spread chaos
MC wish me like I'm a God idol
Diss non-believers and serve the non-scypho
Girlies takin' bullets to save my life
'Cause that's what I choose for the sacrifice
Breakin' wise on the rhythm 'cause the beat's so frantic
Rockin' the mic for blacks, whites, and Hispanics
Shootin' the vine so they come out clear
Devastated to your mind right from the ear
Rhyme stayed like a bull on a rampage
Not a old school, but a new age
A style that makes it so illy
So get on the dance floor from nine untilly
I tell the DJ to commence
And pick up the mic and talk sense
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Writer(s): Stephen Jerome Williams, Christopher D Cosby
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