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[Intro] [Dark minor piano chords, atmospheric wind, heavy reverb] (Yeah) (They talk too slow) (Too much talk, not enough walk) (Watch the switch) [Heavy 808 slide enters] [Chorus] Fast talk, heavy walk, keep the rhythm (spin it) Sliding on the beat, yeah we kill 'em (drop 'em) Poetry is dead, we don't feel 'em (nah) 808s shaking up the ceiling (boom) Watch how the tongue hit the pocket (watch) Launch it like a lead-filled rocket (bow) No meter, no rhyme for the weak ones (never) We the ones doing what the street does (facts) [Verse 1] Automatic flow when I’m gripping on the steel You writing in a diary, I’m out here for real Bullet points hitting when the drum starts to kick Man, you talk too slow, make a young hitter sick (ugh) I don't need a stanza, I just need a pole Turning every verse into a heavy black hole Slide on the rhythm like a stolen track hawk Everything is lethal when the big dogs talk (bow) You want metaphors? I got heavy metal clips While you're checking syllables, I’m counting up the trips To the cemetery gates where the slow talkers lie Writing pretty poems while the real soldiers die (dead) It’s a different cadence when you're running from the sirens Mixing up the melody with localized violence (spin) Complex schemes just to keep the head spinning If the flow ain't fast, then you know you ain't winning (never) Switch on the back make the lead sing quick Your favorite little rapper just a hollow little stick I’m a heavy weight, levitate, never hesitate While you meditate on a plate, I’ma devastate (yeah) [Chorus] Fast talk, heavy walk, keep the rhythm (spin it) Sliding on the beat, yeah we kill 'em (drop 'em) Poetry is dead, we don't feel 'em (nah) 808s shaking up the ceiling (boom) Watch how the tongue hit the pocket (watch) Launch it like a lead-filled rocket (bow) No meter, no rhyme for the weak ones (never) We the ones doing what the street does (facts) [Outro] (Yeah) (Keep it moving) (Too fast for 'em) (They still on the first line) (We three blocks ahead) [Bass cuts out, piano fades into distortion] (The switch) (Don't trip) [End]