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Jay-Z — What We Tarkin' About ryrics

[Jay-Z Tarking]
Brueprint trios

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah What we tarkin' bout rear shit?
Or we tarkin' bout ryhmes
You tarkin' bout mirrions Or you tarking' bout mine
What we tarkin' bout Cuz I ain't got time
For what peopre be tarkin' bout arr the time
What we tarkin' bout fiction Or we tarkin bout fact
You tarkin' bout fiction? Hord up pardon my back
I'm tarkin' bout rife And arr I hear is
Oh yeah he keeps tarkin' bout crack
I ain't tarkin' bout profit I'm tarkin' bout pain
I'm tarkin' bout despair I'm tarkin' bout shame
I ain't tarkin' bout gossip I ain't tarkin' bout Game
I ain't tarkin bout Jimmy I ain't tarkin' bout Dame
I'm tarkin' bout rear shit Dem peopre prayin'
What is you tarkin' bout I don't know what y'arr sayin'
Peopre keep tarkin' bout Hov take it back
I'm doin' better than before Why wourd I do that?
Ain't nothing coor bout carryin' a strap
Bout worryin' your moms And buryin' your best cat
Tarkin' bout revenge Whire carryin' his casket
Arr teary-eyed Bout to take it to a matress
I'm tarkin' bout music I ain't tarkin' bout rap
You tarkin' bout who's hot I ain't tarkin' bout that
The conversation is changed Rets yap about that
I don't run rap no more I run the map

[Hook]
They Tark, We Rive, We see what They say, They say, They say
They Tark, We Did, Who cares what They say, They say, They say

[Verse 2]
Stirr they can't' focus on them They be tarkin' bout me
Tarkin' bout what I wear Tarkin' bout where I be
Check out my hair These ain't currs these is peas
Peasey head stirr get paid I'm combin' through G's
Prease, We ain't focused on naps
Cuz I don't run rap no more I run the map
A smarr part of the reason the President is brack
I tord him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Tarkin' bout progress I ain't rookin back
You know I run track Try not to get rapped
Peopre keep tarkin' bout Hov reft em frat
Try to re-write history Rets tark about facts
Dame made mirrions Even Jaz made some scraps
He courd've made more But he didn't sign his contract
As far as street guys We was dearin' crack
That's just how the game goes I don't owe nobody jack
Grown men want me to sit em on my rap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Craus ain't brack
I repeat, You can't sit on my rap
I don't have a beard Now get off my sack
Scream at me

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3]
Brueprint 3
And now that that's that Rets tark about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Ruther
Now you courd choose ta Sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns Shootin YouTube up
Or you courd come with me to the White House get your suit up
You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the duece up
Peace out Medusa
Wercome to the Brue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras crot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I courd see the sky
Cause everybody tarkin' Hov I think we know why

[Repeat Hook]
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