Miss me with the
Talking talking talking
What you talking about
Talking talking talking
You ain’t talking about
Nothing nothing nothing
What you talking about
Talking talking talking
Typing typing typing til' your Twitter gets the cotton mouth
And face to face your face goes white as you when guns is popping out
They make us out as criminals who burn the shopping malls
We were toe to toe it wasn’t shit til' you got tank involved
Containment of a race — it feel out outbreak
Quarantine the poor
Dirty the shore
Raise up my rent space
They pacify us daily with these socialites
And no, it’s not like I ain’t L.A. bred, but I’m the different type
Old school
Casecade
White vans
Black lace
Sox up — way up Where you from?!
Catch fade
Old school
Ben Dav (is), bald head — been shaved
East Los, Northeast, Flatlands, South Bay
Old school
Darryl Gates, C.R.A.S.H. raids — Thursdays
Cortez, Chuck T’s, crew neck, 12-gauge
Old school
K-day
Bigga-B always looked out for the kid when I was too young for the party
I was down to rap and scrap and now I do 'em both
Behind a scope of It wasn’t you who got provoked
But they just talking, typing criticisms from a couch
While they’re burning down the avenue right outside your house
We been conditioned though
We are not the criminals
We’ve been getting by where doing fine is kind of difficult
But I ain’t tripping — guess I ain’t tripping
Nah, I ain’t tripping
I tell the youngin’s put the gun away and scrap
I tell the youngin’s put the gun away and scrap
I tell the youngin’s put the gun away and scrap
I tell the youngin’s put the gun away
But more importantly — miss me wit the jibber-jab
Get up stand a line and share the learning, fly a rally flag
Try and build a little crew around an issue
Then go out to the hood and turn a couple to a few
And turn a few into a thousand
A thousand people shouting out
A thousand different ways to say
We’re tired of being pushed around
We been conditioned though
We are not the criminals
We’ve been getting by where doing fine is kind of difficult
But I ain’t tripping — nah I ain’t tripping
Nah, I ain’t tripping
I’m just sharing the info
We’re exchanging info
That’s how we build the info
Hey, brother, what you in for?
Phatty got the info
C-Knowledge got the info
OJ The Producer got the info
The Bar got the info
The (Native) Guns got the info
Rocky got the info
Beatrock got the info
My son got the info
His teachers got the info
The devil try and block these brown kids from the info
They give 'em mis-info
But here we got the info
No, we don’t need the pistol
Homie, we got the info
You just give the whistle
And I’ll go spread the info
Hang from out your window
So you can hear the info
Here we’re all kinfolk who down to get the info
I know it’s real simple
Pass around the info…
Philippine elections is rigged
Only the first names change
The last name — same shit
Talking puppets on a string
Live and direct from here it’s the same thing
It’s time to pick a new face to tell us multiple lies
They just rig the rights to vote
So you just watch from the side
But did I mention I’m the nicest when mic devices is on
I condense the data to fit into one song
We need to go through the stats when we see actual facts
Take a look outside your window make relatable raps
We use the data disseminate it to put to use
And not just to be cool
Or get a couple off of YouTube views
I keep the facts behind the braggy bars
Until they burn the rich and I can watch eating their caviar
Standing straight on Ohlone land
Yelling ina megaphone
Picket sign in my other hand
Talking data, the data to fuck you speakers up
I’m talking data, the data to fuck you teachers up