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Talk Real
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Talk Real was released on November 24, 2017 by Mr Traumatik as a part of the album Problematik
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Release DateNovember 24, 2017
LabelMr Traumatik
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

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Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Real talk, honestly I only talk real
Talk real
Talk real
Real talk, honestly I only talk real
My enemy could never penetrate my forcefield
I got that raw steel
I ain't talking Porsche wheels
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
[Verse 2]
Pow, pow
Real talk, honestly I only talk real
My enemy could never penetrate my forcefield
I got that raw steel
I ain't talking Porsche wheels
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
I only talk real
Honestly, it's real talk
This demon is a vegan
I don't need no beef or pork
And if you piss me off, I'll shank you with some steel forks
Nonstop, in the face, until my hand is feeling sore
'Cause I'm forever ready
You know I'm very heavy
And if you piss me off or wind me up, I'll bury many
I'm using ten machetes
Leave you in a cemetery
Or maybe leave your body floating down the Serengeti
You know it's necessary, 'cause I'm fuckin' legendary
I'm smokin' melon berry, chillin' on a leather sette
Vaporizing shatter, Swiss blue lemon cherry
Your soul is infinite
The body's temporary
[Verse 3]
Real talk, honestly I only talk real
Talk real
Talk real
Real talk, honestly I only talk real
My enemy could never penetrate my forcefield
I got that raw steel
I ain't talking Porsche wheels
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
I'm on about axes, katana blades, and war shields
[Verse 4]
Pow, pow
I'm extra cold like Eskimos
You're full of gas, like Texacos
I tell 'em stuff, they're meant to know
So get a note, don't test the flows
'Cause if you do, I'll bend your bones
I'll snap and break your neck and nose
I'll shank you in your chest and toes
Then make your fuckin' head explode
Suppress that inner peace
Release that inner beast
He wants to kill and feast, and now I'm on a killing spree
I'm only joking, I'm just looking for tranquility
I'm not the type of person to be feeding on your misery
My violent thoughts go through my head like lightning forks
They strike with force
Like dropping bombs and fighting wars
It's a frightening cause
There's no more using knives and swords
So silent talk
Them psychopaths hide indoors
That's desperate measures
The government, they've been testing weapons
They're vexed and jealous
They've been looking for my chest of treasures
It's a drastic plan
I'm wrapping cash in elastic bands
Stacks of grands
All thanks to my fantastic fans
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