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"Real Talk" is a track by Ghetts, from the album Freedom of Speech, released 13th July 2014. The track is 4:23 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Ghetts.
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Okay Yeah Hearing a lot of talk Yeah Negative talk True stories, man Listen up Who's down in my capabilities? I'm shouting, I'm greater lyrically, stop hounding And soon, I have a house that's made in Italy Officially escaping a misery There's no evading my privacy I won't go alone, it's a day for delivery Kids skating, it's slippery Stop waving the ministry We got guns full of Matrix Trilogy And I'm trinity I cave in the vicinity Take your men, your men physically Bones broken, nose open, dough's stolen You can be sent like Hulk Hogan I make a man jump like a show ball Don't wanna approach him A grown man always Fully loaded Get rid of him, like eroded, no commotion If someone wanna slow my motion I can't guarantee this won't result in Holes in clothes, just opposing If you hear me then my flows are spoken It don't mean that it's squashed I be back with the element of surprise, believe it or not If I recognise a guy that needs to be got older And die tonight whenever I decide To reach for the glass, speak freely and watch Set aside your pride I never liked the type That don't know words when the PC is off No forums, I'll put two in your forehead before you For your fortune I'm on a rampage, no man's safe I don't wanna see hands wave Just stand straight, don't move for your Nan's sake I can see why your bank is fake Don't care if you rang mates When I ran breaks, get burred in the landscape Totally written off, it's a lot Some man are taking an advantage like gang rape So, I hit 'em with the lock for the handbrake, pancake Hide on my own videos Still, I got a bigger fan base Cameras off or cameras on My man, I'm gone you still just tagging alone Bragging in songs Stay stacking, I won't be packing a live I'm packing a strap, you packing a strap I'm packing a bomb Keep waving the white flags Still, I ain't coming in peace You better cover your pimps This ain't summer but I'm loving the heat You can say that I'm quite mad Hip-hip hooray, I live for today And you'll disappear when this hits your frame, no promotion This mission ain't no forgotten I run across your coffin, the cost for shotting No blocks belonging to us, I promise you this When I'm done, nobody won't honor you pricks Talk is cheap but I'll find the food You ain't got a clue, I'll do what I gotta do Jump a fence or swallow food Been a victim of solitude No matter how long I do I'm coming up worse than a wasp I'll burst in my dogs Run up on the workers like say I'm wanna purchase a buzz I'm so far ahead of youts I'm still first of a joke Putting in a show and the kittens just drops I'm something like a furnace I burn shit when I'm hot So, if you ain't got a permit to stop You better move on or get made a muppet Something like Kermit the Frog And all I can say is "fuck it" You ain't nothing but another purse if we rob you Personally dog, I wouldn't return To go back to your hood, I'll be here A chrome strap and I'll bully ya firm On real, you fully deserve the full treatment You don't wanna pledge allegiance to the great one So, now, we're gonna have a disagreement In case you've forgotten, remind you, I'm real I'm the reason the scene's got guys with the skills It's like I gave birth to ever great verse I feel like both of them guys would be killed I got more than lines to reveal Labels are like, "we can provide you a deal" "Just sign here", wait A deal can be a blessing as well as a nightmare Feel my depression, I'm selling it right here Still my progression's propelling, it's quite clear Even if it ain't written down, I'll spit it out No gimmicks allowed to inner crowd It isn't nothing but a vigorous sound My lyrics are vicious and foul You man are bitches in loud skirt Niggas in blouse, I bet your father figures are proud Figure this out, if it's me plus two, plus eight plus food I ain't freed up, when I re up, be up and we must move So, see us when we come through I'm fresh off the pain And I'm back in my routine I can adapt to any colour So I can afford to spend on road Come back and serve crack to the alley cats And then push the cash back like in Halifax Go another vacation in spring I'll push that crack to the skally wags I'm talking days, nights, weeks, months I make mine, my team's sunk I be looking at shotters like free lunch I can smell where the heat's on, I'm gonna leave You'll see nothing but shells Like say you was left on the seat from See, punk? I'm a dangerous person But it's too late to alert 'em Too many snakes are emerging I put the flames on a serpent Body on the floor, brains on the curtain Any wage you were earning Straight up and down, I'll be taking for certain That's real talk My mind's filled up with ill thoughts I feel forced to kill frauds When the steal's pulled You better bring your shields forth That's real talk My mind's filled up with ill thoughts I feel forced to kill frauds When the steal's pulled You better bring your shields forth
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