Intro: Awon

Yeah, Awon, MZ, Boom Bap beats, that raw, for the mind though, Soulapowa

Verse 1: Awon

This is for the black hoodies, averecks, jackets and Tims

Same eye special bruise on the block with my friends

For the Philly blood guts in the wind, rugged jeans that outran

For DJs who still cut when they spin

For the carefree days before the Bentley's were fly

We had respect didn't wanna show our mother's we hot

So this is also for low toward the young king with knowledge

Who disrespected Zelda's and will never pay homage

I promise, is a fade when I see you, Solplex you might wreck you

Show you punk motherfucker's respect's due

I'm Zarkon your father of style

True emperor, of the empire bust your shit with a smile

I don't even need guns all I need is my hand

The problem is you never had your ass whooped by a man

Understand education is my plan, I never ran

Might slap you with the Bible in the hand

Heh

Hook

Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk

Keep it real as that

That's how you do

Wannabe emcees shaken

Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed

Verse 2: Awon

To whom it may concern, I'm tired of these clowns

You are at fault for investing in they sound

And I don't fuck around, you put em on your mantle

Now I'm in your town and your crib getting dismantled

The walls in back of me, rabid ready to fight

Your watered artist all built off of hype

I don't got an appetite for this bullshit

Even for the self righteous niggas at the pulpit

I call it like I see em, fake rappers I don't wanna be em

Uncle Tom house niggas, I don't wanna free em

I still got a heart so I don't wanna see em

Sell they soul for attention for another human being

It's sad and pathetic, emasculated culture of vultures

Exploiting this art form for profit

But ya'll gon' stop it because we've had enough

Of all the bullshit ya'll tryna sell us

Fuck your merch and your vinyl, you tryna be trendy

You ain't even own a turntable this is simply

The facts, your whole style simply jacked for real

How many nobs you slob for mass appeal?

Just maybe, if I put this hammer in your grill

You will realize we've had enough of you and chill

So the next time you try to say some wack shit

It's classic, fuck around and get yo ass kicked

Hook

Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk

Keep it real as that

That's how you do

Wannabe emcees shaken

Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed

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