Текст песни The Wind - Nightclubberlang's Solo Joint - Boom Bap Project

Walk the walk
We walk the walk
This is our shit
You talkin′ tough
Come on, let's do this (come on)

Establish the dues, I could walk with a bar
And move state to state like it′s like gettin' props
Conceal and reveal, stop and cock
Talks are real, the appeal plus the spill is my crew rocks the spot
Your dues like to jock, they hang around the lot

Picking names that they can drop for the mansion and the yacht
Before they look ahead, they need to stop
Their lips move a lot without a tendency to think outside the box
Pick any city block, they got thirty-something parks
Thinkin' they momma′s dirty for the 32nd props
The role of the 12th man, an ineffective shot

Collected your collection, it′s really not the locks
And if we had the chance to play a demo for you, pops
He re-instilled in all of us, you never sold a rock
And rappers they exaggerate, it's really not a knock
You hold down the shit talk, we′ll hold down the block

Fightin' the game that we aren′t supposed to win
Takin' two steps back with a tablet and a pen
We see the ending, don′t know where shit begins
Walk the walk, or keep blowin' in the wind
Fightin' the game that we aren′t supposed to win
Takin′ two steps back with a tablet and a pen
We see the ending, don't know when shit begins
Walk the walk, or keep blowin′ in the wind

Now let's suppose I spill my thoughts for the fan′s recognition
That throw your fucking hands for the grandstand tradition
Then the commission that can't stand positions they can′t have
And criticise, I do this for a living
We started as a dream and a vision

With conflict arisen, the crumbs couldn't satisfy a pigeon
Hidden opinions, there's thousands of cucks in an overcrowded kitchen
With no pots to piss in
I need to see what you ditched in, a critical kingpin
To build better buy some fucking bricks then
Walkin′ the plank at my wits′ end

Backtrack, we big man, we run 'em ′fore they point and they ask cap
There's no solution, so there lies the problem
Get no contribution from each time you log it
I got the Nike Airs you ain′t prepared to walk in
You got the champagne but don't get it poppin′

Fightin' a game that we aren't supposed to win
Takin′ two steps back with a tablet and a pen
We see the ending, don′t know where shit begins
Walk the walk, or keep blowing in the wind
Fightin' a game that we aren′t supposed to win
Takin' two steps back with a tablet and a pen
We see the ending, don′t know where shit begins
Walk the walk, or keep blowing in the wind