[Verse One — D-tech]

Their talk lately has been cheap as hell

A lot of people running their mouths but won't excel

Their minds trapped in a cell of misfortune

Action is the key but that's what they're ignoring

Advice given not important

Until no results achieved strikes a mental chord and

By then, it's way to late to update

The patterns present inside their mind-states

Everything breaks starting with the heart

And seconds later it tears their consciousness apart

Because the art of talking tough

Is to back up your words that alone is enough

But y'all lack the motivation

All your lies are so fresh but your proof is aging

Slowly decaying playing

Tricks, slaying the sanity that you're not portraying

Y'all should know better then to sever

The only connection left to negate this bad weather

And that's whether or not the skies are clear

Cause unexpected rainfall can blind your eyes in here

You see to me it doesn't really matter much

But know that change needed is a better touch

Then the hand of god telling you to talk tough

Your blind faith should already tell us enough

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[Verse Two — Kawil]

Talk is cheap, that's what they're saying

It's OBD, giving you the edutainment

So don't be late for class

It's 2-0-1-2, prepare yourself with Sun Tzu

And pass-on, the teachings of Malik El-Shabazz

To perform the task, to inform the mass

Take off the mask, to reform the land

Wake up the man, with a fork in his hand

Shake em up, right before, he put his fork

In the road..Enforcing you to stroll

Far away, away from your goal

Because the one is in control who you voted for...

So bring it on and tear it down, no doubt

That's the mentality, a new day without clouds

The hole is deep, but there's always another route

Talk is cheap, so whatchu talking bout?

Give me a pound, and support O-B-D

While other emcees abuse the power of speech like priests

You may sell it on the streets, but not to me

Because I know that your talk is weak

Talk is cheap, that’s the name of this arrangement

If history repeats then “talk to sheep” is kinda dangerous

400 years of anxious faces

So fuck everyone, who thinks I got no patience

You want the truth? Then dare, to obtain the truth

Because you'll get what they've took, by picking up a book

Don’t be a crook, when they'll tell you to be a crook

Check out the groove, they’ll wanna take away your manhood

Look, don’t be an uncle Tom

And get exposed to uncle Sam, bump the jam

If you're O-But, wanna expand

Hold your stance and watch them fall, one by one, like domino

The biggest joke, is to cloak the truth

From the youth, and provoke the youth

With a truth, that’s not true, so behold the truth

While the untold, slowly unfold in the booth

Big up to you, if you know the truth

And if not, sit back and phone your crew

And tell them fools not to sweat the technique

Because, TALK-IS-CHEAP