Lyrics Talk Like This - K Rino

Talk Like This

They be asking why we mad, still treating us bad
Cause we fighting for a freedom that none of us never had
Told that lie like you was all holy and sanctified
Wanna lock us up for selling narcotics that they supply
Now the whole world’s bracing, tension is escalating
Racial hating is what’s making us bust with no hesitation
It ain’t nothing new, catch-22 is your position
Watch them redneck Christians, killing you is their religion
Time to brrrrrr stick em, Peter roll em and kick em
I’m sick of the rapist tryna blame the rape on the victim
And the question that I’m asking you happens to be
If we on the same team how come you tackling me?
No need to answer, that was rhetorical, telling historical (lies) sick from the
thought of you why, actions are horrible
Pop your sister and brother then cover it up
It’s time to kill them, we done killed each other enough
Come on, everybody Start getting scared when I talk like this
Politicians start getting mad when I talk like this
See some of y’all ain’t gonna move till your ass gets hit
Some of y’all ain’t gonna move till your ass gets hit
Come with that wack talk, you get packed off the asphalt
Ma, this year I had to cut a lot of cats out
Firecracker ass in the mouth, ready to blast out
You ain’t down, we’re snatching that fake poppa mask off
And it’s sad man, you don’t wanna know where my cash ranks
My tolerance is low like the average ghetto gas tanks
And they already said the violence in the music is influencing you to shoot em,
you might as well do it
Get you, apprehend you, take you down to the jail
All of a sudden now you dangling in your cell
Check it, the whole world hate this is country we in
So if you join the army we probably won’t see you again
I’m with the gangsters, the NOI and my Mexican pals
Ain’t nobody paying attention to Jesse and Al
Same puppets that was calling for the National Guard
To mob through ya hood and snatch your ass out your yard
See, the body cam didn’t save Sam
The racist pig didn’t give a damn, pulled his gun and blam blam
Shot him in the head, tried to speed away but DOA
Then the other pigs came and asked the cop was he OK
See, that’s the kind of dirty ass stuff we see today
What can you tell his family, far be it for me to say
We can pray, protest, hoping these people pay
But the judges are gonna exonerate him either way
You tripping over rap beefs and caught up in fashion
And who’s smashing the Kardashian, the art of distraction
Where the drink, where the 'dro at, big talking and flashing
But when some real shit happen you never part of the action
When they hear you bragging about ya past swingers, they laughing
Cause they own the same property you sitting in trapping
Kill your enemy, don’t love him, best lesson I ever had
And when a dirty cop get his blasted, I’m never sad