Dust Talk/iScream Songtext
von Robb Bank$

We ain′t new to this (we ain't new to this)
We true to this (this is Evil Empire)
Evil Empire
New York City′s tough
Nigga
Evil Empire, this is more than mixtapes
It's a movie (nigga)

Ayy, let me tell y'all hoe my thesis
Be destined while I′m leanin′
Your fento, he need Jesus
But he still gon' pledge allegiance

Nigga, that work y′all did egregious, how the fuck y'all leave me sleepin′?
Try and eat up all that cheese and got a nerd to talk 'bout street shit
Nigga, I be an opp, my nigga, I be a pos
Ball to ball, I snide late to date the prawns
Smoke my Zod like Peter Tosh


Knock ′em off, I gave lil' dawg a body check
He play lacrosse, new ARP, came out the box
Machine rocks up like autobots
Real player, got 'em comin′ different flavors
Fall for me, never save ′em
Every time I get a heart, I break 'em

Nigga, I was never the one to save her, she popped up on my radar
I transport that bitch like Statham out my life
Out of conversation, pussy, yeah
This shit big dawg status, huh
Big boy houses, nigga, big boy bracelets, bitch
Nigga, I feel like Manny mixed with Slim mixed with Baby, nigga
You′re not in the conversation, huh

Pull that shit, I put it in her mouth, she taste it, uh
Nigga, you need to face it, uh
Nigga, you need to face it, uh
She with me on vacation, uh
Nigga, you need to face it, uh
Nigga, you need to face it, uh
Nigga, you need to face it, uh
She with me on vacation


Ayy, let me tell y'all hoe my thesis
Be destined while I′m leanin'
Hol′ up, Trav, hol' up, Trav
Hol' on, Trav, hol′ on, Trav, hol′ on
Evil Empire is the gang

One thing, nigga, it's all about the paper, nigga (bitch)
If you ain′t get no money, I can't see you, homie (Empire)
Ayy, nigga, we been sayin′ this shit since 'bout ′82, '84, nigga
You understand? We drove back, nigga (fuck)
We got old heads rollin' the donuts, you understand, nigga?
Step your game up, bitch
And before I just wrap this shit up, nigga, stay in y′all fuckin′ place