No Take-Backs

Tekst utworu

[Intro] Oi—keep it moving. Cold air, late bus, no sleep. [Verse 1] Zip my coat, step out, rain on the pavement, Phone on mute, I don't need entertainment. Talk gets cheap when the whole room's vacant, Big brave chat till the facts need payment. I keep my head low, eyes on the exit, You want a scene, better come correct then. I write these bars like a bill marked urgent, No fake tough talk, just nerve and purpose. [Pre-Chorus] One wrong word and the mood turns tense, I don't do threats for the internet. Jaw set hard, no need to pretend, I came for the truth, not a new best friend. [Chorus] Talk that shit, get checked, that's that, Whole crew locked in, no slack, no chat. Cold little grin when the whole room cracks, I don't give a fuck who objects to that. Talk that shit, get checked, stand back, Kick drum hits and the floor goes flat. You want my place? Better earn that patch, I don't give a fuck, I don't take it back. [Verse 2] Dirty little mouth and a stare like winter, Cut through the noise, I'm a cold transmitter. You play king, but your crown's paper-thin, One hard question and the whole act slips. I don't chase clout, I don't beg for a mention, I turn bad nights into bars with intention. You make big claims, but the proof stays missing, I make one move and the whole room listens. [Pre-Chorus] One wrong word and the mood turns tense, I don't do threats for the internet. Jaw set hard, no need to pretend, I came for the truth, not a new best friend. [Chorus] Talk that shit, get checked, that's that, Whole crew locked in, no slack, no chat. Cold little grin when the whole room cracks, I don't give a fuck who objects to that. Talk that shit, get checked, stand back, Kick drum hits and the floor goes flat. You want my place? Better earn that patch, I don't give a fuck, I don't take it back. [Bridge] No medals, no myths, no hero's parade, Just bills on the table and choices we made. If you come with respect, you can walk away clean; If you come with a lie, don't expect me to lean. [Verse 3] Now the bassline crawls and the whole thing buckles, I spit one truth, make the tough talk crumble. You had your chance, now the door stays shut, All that big-man energy don't add up. I keep it direct, no gloss, no filler, Cold little cadence, each bar lands bitter. When they ask who held firm when the pressure got bad, Say the one who kept moving and meant every ad-lib. [Final Chorus] Talk that shit, get checked, that's that, Whole crew locked in, no slack, no chat. Cold little grin when the whole room cracks, I don't give a fuck who objects to that. Talk that shit, get checked, stand back, Kick drum hits and the floor goes flat. You want my place? Better earn that patch, I don't give a fuck, I don't take it back. [Outro] No fake tough talk. No take-backs.