[Verse 1: Ryu]
Uh, hear me now, listen to me later
Time to get recalibrated, no doubt
Get the cadence correct, lock step
We on separate pages, complex
Hit the Earth like a comet invasion, what's next?
I only think of you on two occasions
I could love you for life or I can hate you to death
Make a choice, I'm sick and tired of raising my voice
And all the static going at it like we're Manny and Floyd
May the weather change for better
The rain's evaporated, the pain's eradicated
Replaced with pleasure forever
You say I ain't been the same lately, well that's true
I'm on my Cool J in the 80s, bigger and deffer
Loving you is tougher than leather
But you could never separate us like Salt-N-Pepa
I got the ill communication so it's hard to explain this
But luckily I know that we're speaking the same language, rah!
Talk to me now
[Hook]
You know like
Talking to me, talking to me, talking to me
Talking to me, talking to me, talking to me
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
Talking to me, talking to me
Listening to you, listening to you
Talking to me, talking to me
Listening to you, listening to you
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
Listen to your rhythm
[Verse 2: Divine Styler]
Looking for the rhyme, remembering the time
You was real dime and I was real ghetto
Trying to find a style just to say hello
Kick it for a while, profile on the L-O
You: the continuing, very very genuine
Looked at, always will be resembling
Everything parallel, you will not relish it
Instinctive sequence in deepness I'm telling 'em
So distinctive they seek this melanin
Mantis for lotus, bring about the age
The def dude rhymes when they suffer in the cage
I left to write most days I gaze
Activate[?] a light so the aims stay plain
I left behind death defying, some dying
Rumble with the streets inside, spit fire
Humble in the jungle, flexin' my muscle
Step like the hustle, Brooklyn forever
Young guard[?] used to bubble
But now it's real grown with the wise man knuckle
Adam with the Eve, push rap through the Earth
Industries real growth and true worth
Some will only tell the truth, some will [?] hurt
Slum from [?] like a gazelle
African plain rap, American sizzelle[?]
All forms of gat guns, talk type jail
Blackanomic uprising, nigga is for sale
[Hook]
You know like
Talking to me, talking to me, talking to me
Talking to me, talking to me, talking to me
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
Talking to me, talking to me
Listening to you, listening to you
Talking to me, talking to me
Listening to you, listening to you
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
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