The Talk Songtext
von Mesus

Dear Rap, let′s take a walk, so you and I can have a little talk
Word is you ain't doing well
Well, I′ll be damned that makes two of us
I made plans for the two of us
Fuck a minivan I want a tour bus
Oh you don't want that, you're through with us?
How bout I kill us both bet that′d blew us up
I mean blow us up, I′m screwing up, like every day
I'm rude as fuck to the wrong people like I′ve gone evil
Think I harbor demons that's true as fuck
Who would joke on that? You′re a joke on tracks
You'd get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y′all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time'll tell well shit least I′m hoping that
Now these pricks want a dollar I ain′t wrote em back
And these chicks wanna holla I ain't wrote em back
But please forgive me, I′ve been busy
Taking romantic walks down railroad tracks, aaah!


Now I lost my train of thought
Walking aimlessly in this trailer park
And no I ain't in 8 Mile
And no I ain′t wearing no painted smile


He sounds like NF but's saying MF a effing lot
Was that a effing shot? Well I don′t effing know
But I'm the next to blow, so kiss my ass bitch, X 'n O
All my ex′s know, I′m the nicest guy
Til you cross the line, then the white in my eyes
Goes pitch black and I black out
And that's not rap bitch that′s life
That's last night, that′s every day
I'm a basket case, ′bout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook tags my name in shit
You dropped a song, wow congratulations
I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
I don′t rap to make fucking friends bitch
I don′t rap to make fucking ends bitch
I rap my life until it fucking ends bitch
(Wow you got issues) yea no shit
They been saying that since a snot nose
Taken every test but they do not know
What the fucks wrong, so I jot flows then I jot more
Like a lot more, behind locked doors
Only God knows thoughts I hold but do not expose
Tie a knot in ropes bye adios

Now I lost my way in life
I say I am, but I ain't alright
How I′m supposed to be a role model?
When I don't read my own Bible

No way, ain′t another motherfucker like me
Go away, I don't give a fuck if y′all like me
Don't play, show up to your show like, fight me
Bite me, y'all already do it when I′m writing
Ok, I am all done with being silent
Ok, either that or I′ma get violent
Foreplay, fuck that I'ma just dive in
′Cause I've been quiet a long fucking time man
And I ain′t gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
Music got enough piled up I could make a store
And you ain′t gonna take no more, 'cause I ain't gonna take no more
Fuckshit done with these crumbs on my plate, no more
Mr. Nice Guy, I been calm long enough
Don′t believe me feel free to call my bluff
But believe me ya need to call 911
So police on the scene ′cause I don't run
Y′all don't want no fucking part of me the art I bleed
Is arguably the heart that needs, to start to beat
For y′all to see that hard emcees are not deceased just call on Mesus
'Cause I been sent here to save rap ′Cause the grave has it's grip on it
Shit I mean it's grip on you for a minute I forgot who I′s talking to

′Cause lately I've had chats with God
About these voices but they haven′t stopped
Can't tell if it′s helping to rap or not
I guess I'll know when the album drops