[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 giving 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 you're 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
Break:
[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 cla**
It's 2-0-1-2, prepare yourself with Sun Tzu
And pa**-on, the teachings of Malik El-Shabazz
To perform the task, to inform the ma**
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 f** 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