Talkin' Loud
K-Rino featuring Z-Ro Lyrics

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(K-Rino:)
I ain't no gangsta, but on the mic I make boys bail
They run up in my set tripping, I check 'em like voicemail
Records dropping no promotion, but they manage to sell
My folks want 'em worse, than boys want naked pictures in jail
I leave you swoll up in a corner, with a ice bag on ya
You so brand new, you still got the price tag on ya
You wanna be me, the flow murdering three deep sprayer

It'll never work, like putting a 8 track in a c.d. player
I don't bar these Hollywood cats, it's all about me
You can't see me, like a blocked number on a caller I.D.
You got a entourage, trust me you could still get smacked
On songs bragging bout pistols, that your homeboys pack
I'm frustrated and I'm broke, but I'm keeping the faith
I wrote my own name on a list, of the people I hate
And I don't rehabilitate devils, I kill 'em escape
I ain't gon waste my time, trying to make a snake fall straight

(Hook:)
You must not know, who I am mayn
(I can see it, when I look in your eyes)
Talking loud, but you ain't saying a damn thang
(up in the neighborhood, telling them lies)
When I'm through, you gon remember my damn name
(when I heard the shit, I wasn't surprised)
In my hood, we get it popping like champagne
(You fools, bout to make my temperature rise yeah)

(Z-Ro:)
So many niggaz wolf about they boxing game, but then get knocked out
And be the first one back to the car, before the gunman could squeeze some shots out
Why they always mean mugging, looking like they gon bring some drama
Hoping the shit hit the fan they run to mama, and the tears smear they eye liner
With they cute ass, but not me I'm quick to knock niggaz out and shoot fast
Garunteed to knock out socks when I handle the rock, and give a nigga hoop flash
And if you ain't one deep, fuck around and put hands on your whole group ass
Then see how many weak rhymes, your ass can get bruised up and toothless
I'll do this to a nigga, I'll do this to a bitch
Long as it's done on pen and paper, to help the person that's saying he get rich
But in real life I caught cases, for stitching boys faces up real right
And I never earned a dollar for it, but they locked Z-Ro up real tight
I don't pull my pistol out, unless I'ma empty that bitch
If you don't wanna get hate sent back to ya, nigga don't send me that shit
And if I say I'm coming to get ya, you might as well go on and pack up
This is permanent punishment, everytime they act up

(Hook)

(K-Rino:)
Rolling through the hood, with my young homie Z-Ro
The K-I-N-G, of the G-H-E double T-O
Showing animosity, at every faker we know
Boys who run they suckers, get shot like a free throw

(Z-Ro:)
South Park Coalition, and the Screwed Up Click
Serving bar is like the law, so lace your shoes up bitch
But won't be no evading arrest, this arrest is for the cardiac
Nigga these grown man guns by X-Box, y'all still fucking with Atari gats

(K-Rino:)
They steady popping in, like prostitute panties you drop again
I know lot's of men gossiping, so much they need oxygen
What we do to cappers man, the laws can't even equal
We'll be on your ass, harder than the child support people

(Z-Ro:)
And in case you fellas forgot, it's H-Town for life
Taking over the rap game, disrespect us we'll lay down your line
Depending on where you is on the hit list, you can lay down tonight
So make arrangements for this vacation, and enjoy the flight

(Hook x2)

Overall Meaning

The song "Talkin' Loud" by K-Rino featuring Z-Ro is a powerful track that showcases both rappers' lyrical prowess and their determination to make it in the rap industry. The lyrics delve into the theme of fake gangstas and people who talk big but don't back it up, as well as the struggles of being an independent artist trying to make it without support from big labels or promotions.

K-Rino starts off the song by stating that he's not a gangsta but on the mic, he makes boys bail. He asserts his dominance over fake rappers who run up in his set tripping and claims that his records sell without promotion. He calls out Hollywood cats who try to be like him but can never match up to his flow, and he warns those who brag about pistols that they could still get smacked. K-Rino expresses his frustration with being broke but still keeping the faith, and he makes it clear that he doesn't rehabilitate devils, he kills them instead.

Z-Ro jumps in with his own verse, pointing out how many people claim to be boxers or tough guys but then get knocked out or run to their cars before anything happens. He talks about his own ability to knock people out and shoot fast, and he warns that if he says he's coming to get someone, they might as well pack up. Z-Ro emphasizes that he only pulls his pistol out if he's going to empty it and he doesn't want anyone sending him hate.

The hook between the verses emphasizes the idea that people talk loud but don't say anything, and that the two rappers will make sure people remember their names. The final verses show the rappers teaming up to assert their dominance over fake rappers, using clever wordplay and punchlines to highlight their superiority.

Line by Line Meaning

I ain't no gangsta, but on the mic I make boys bail
I may not be a gangster, but when I rap, I make people run away scared

They run up in my set tripping, I check 'em like voicemail
People who try to start trouble with me or my crew get shut down like a voicemail message

Records dropping no promotion, but they manage to sell
My music sells well without any marketing because my fans support me

My folks want 'em worse, than boys want naked pictures in jail
My fans crave my music more than prisoners crave pornographic material

You wanna be me, the flow murdering three deep sprayer
You envy my rap skills, which are so good that they can take out a group of three

It'll never work, like putting a 8 track in a c.d. player
Trying to imitate my style won't work, just like trying to play an 8-track tape in a CD player

You can't see me, like a blocked number on a caller I.D.
You can't compete with me, just like you can't identify a blocked caller on a phone

You got a entourage, trust me you could still get smacked
Even if you have a group of people backing you up, I can still take you down

On songs bragging bout pistols, that your homeboys pack
Rapping about guns that your friends carry is a pointless and dangerous act

I wrote my own name on a list, of the people I hate
I have a list of people who have wronged me, and I hold grudges against them

I ain't gon waste my time, trying to make a snake fall straight
I won't bother trying to change someone who is devious and untrustworthy

Talking loud, but you ain't saying a damn thang
You talk a big game, but you don't actually have anything meaningful to say

(up in the neighborhood, telling them lies)
You're spreading lies and rumors in the community

(when I heard the shit, I wasn't surprised)
I'm not surprised when people try to discredit or disrespect me

(You fools, bout to make my temperature rise yeah)
Your foolish behavior is making me angry and upset

So many niggaz wolf about they boxing game, but then get knocked out
Lots of people act tough, but they can't actually back it up and get humiliated

And be the first one back to the car, before the gunman could squeeze some shots out
They retreat quickly and cowardly, even before any physical danger arises

Hoping the shit hit the fan they run to mama, and the tears smear they eye liner
They act like they can handle tough situations, but in reality they cry and run when things get difficult

Garunteed to knock out socks when I handle the rock, and give a nigga hoop flash
I am confident that I can outperform others in basketball and showcase my skills

Then see how many weak rhymes, your ass can get bruised up and toothless
I can completely destroy someone's career and pride with my superior rapping abilities

But in real life I caught cases, for stitching boys faces up real right
I have been involved in violent altercations and faced legal consequences for harming others

And I never earned a dollar for it, but they locked Z-Ro up real tight
I have paid a heavy price for my actions, even though I didn't necessarily gain anything from them

I don't pull my pistol out, unless I'ma empty that bitch
I don't use my gun unless I plan to completely use up all its ammunition

This is permanent punishment, everytime they act up
I won't tolerate misbehavior, and will take permanent measures to punish those who act out of line

The K-I-N-G, of the G-H-E double T-O
I am the king of the ghetto

Showing animosity, at every faker we know
I demonstrate hostility towards fake people we are familiar with

Boys who run they suckers, get shot like a free throw
People who act cowardly or betray us will be dealt with harshly

Serving bar is like the law, so lace your shoes up bitch
Getting involved with us is like getting involved with the law, so prepare yourself for consequences

But won't be no evading arrest, this arrest is for the cardiac
There's no escaping our wrath, and if we go after you, we go all in

Nigga these grown man guns by X-Box, y'all still fucking with Atari gats
We use sophisticated and powerful weapons, while others are still stuck with outdated and weak firearms

I know lot's of men gossiping, so much they need oxygen
I am aware of people who spread rumors so much that they need to catch their breath

We'll be on your ass, harder than the child support people
We will pursue and punish you relentlessly, just like the child support system does

Taking over the rap game, disrespect us we'll lay down your line
We are rising to prominence in the rap industry, and anyone who disrespects us will face consequences

Depending on where you is on the hit list, you can lay down tonight
If you're on our list of targets, you might not make it out alive

(when I heard the shit, I wasn't surprised)
I am unphased by rumors or threats because I am prepared to handle them

(You fools, bout to make my temperature rise yeah)
Your foolish actions are making me angry and potentially even violent

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