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They say closed mouths don't get fed Well I'm starving to speak, I borrow some meat Don't butcher these words and call it a tweet You are what you eat You can't win this so walk on your feet Words flying out the mouth, it's a cage match with language And we all fluent, it's dangerous See them aiming on the Internet and we like it You told me all your business, now you calling me psychic Your palms red bloody with the blood of their brother It's cold-blooded told us and even three 16's won't make us love it The bottom line is beneath us We stand on it like it's Regis asking who was Jesus One in a trillion, is it pilgrims killing natives? Tongues made up of gun cases and nun faces We done made it a habit to run our mouth like the bank can't cash it That chase pay ain't worth your bracket That's cheap talk, be quiet Shush Hush, hush Blah blah ba-blah blah That's how we sound when we talk about what they sound And we walk around with these nouns in these towns And these people things and these words and these verbs And they heard and they serving the person who served it What I'm saying is it serving the person that heard it? Is it worthless a wordsmith bent 'til it's cursive Is it worship a church went missing, it's urgent Or a hymn yeah they sound like Earth when it's Spurgeon Birds chirping it's a tweet again, too many words All the nerdies finger snitching, tell her who I really serve It's too late to edit it, toupee the rhetoric Off the top as Lupe with reverence Who said the truth is irrelevant? Devil stay talking My kind of coffin is caught in the mouth of a killer Tell 'em whoever listens when the devil tell 'em, stay calling Image bearer's another name You live for another's fame It's best to be quiet Y'all just be yapping, yapping, yapping at the mouth Didn't yo' mama tell you if you ain't got nothing good to say Then don't say it all? But naw Don't nobody listen to they mama no more. They just let they mouth talk. They just, they just, they just don't wanna be quiet. Some of y'all need to read Proverbs. I don't know what's going on with the kids nowadays. They just go and go and go and go and go...
Writer(s): Anthony Cruz, Thomas Joseph Terry, Bryan Winchester, Jacquelyn Hill-perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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