Talk That Trash

Silencing Doubt: Rob Level's Anthem of Triumph and Ambition
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Lyrics

Yeah, Level

Expression of acknowledgment and identification with "Level."

Yeah yeah yeah

Repetition for emphasis or rhythm.

Yeah, yeah

Additional repetition for emphasis or rhythm.

Your playboy got a mansion, I'm back

Reference to a successful individual ("playboy") with a mansion; the speaker is back.

The kid hard, Michael Jackson attack

Confident assertion of the speaker's skill, likening it to a powerful attack, invoking Michael Jackson.

All my self-made hustlers, where you at?

Callout to self-made hustlers, seeking their presence.

My life problem jugglers, where you at?

Invitation to those dealing with life's problems ("jugglers") to join the speaker.

Doubters used to talk that trash

Recollection of doubters talking negatively about the speaker.

Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks

Contrast with silence now, indicating the speaker's success and quieting of detractors.

Music to feel, what ever happened to that?

Reflection on music's emotional impact and questioning its disappearance.

Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

Expressing a desire for authenticity and wondering about its disappearance.

Old friends ain't friends, they opped me

Recognition of betrayal by old friends who turned against the speaker.

Makin' waves, got the flow all choppy

Highlighting disruption caused by the speaker, making waves with a choppy flow.

You are not me, bitch you a copy

Assertion of uniqueness, dismissing imitators ("bitch you a copy").

Control+Z that shit, that's the hot key

Metaphorical reference to undoing or correcting mistakes ("Control+Z").

Puttin' money in your face

Emphasis on displaying wealth, but questioning the true satisfaction it brings.

Puttin' money in your face

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Sayin' how the money taste taste taste

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I got money in the bank

Confirmation of financial success and a casual exit from a place.

I be leavin' out the place

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My car gettin' chased

Narration of being chased, creating suspense and intrigue.

They like "Wait! Wait!"

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Paper hard and I blow it like a spitball

Admission of flaws and determination to overcome challenges.

Head tall, only flaw is I miss calls

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Pissed off with the ball, 'bout to get raw

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Pissed off with the ball, 'bout to get raw

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Doubters used to talk that trash

Reiteration of overcoming doubters, and a lament about the fading authenticity in music.

Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks

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Music to feel, what ever happened to that?

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Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

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Got E, mamacita call me papi

Introduction of a romantic encounter, using technological and medical metaphors.

Wherever she sit at, it's a hot seat

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She made me hard drive from a floppy

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'Bout to see her insides, autopsy

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I'm other side of the pillow, I'm so cool

Metaphors about being cool under pressure and confidently facing challenges.

I took life and turned it over like a fumble

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They go try me, I'mma hit 'em with the 1 2

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The 3 4 bitch, then again when he come TOO!

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Back in my place, back in the race

Return to a familiar place, a race, and a desire for companionship.

First, make you feel it like the bap in the bass

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I pull up in the place with the car two hundo

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Wanna leave here with me don't run slow

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Doubters used to talk that trash

Repeat of themes about overcoming doubt and a nostalgic reflection on authentic music.

Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks

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Music to feel, what ever happened to that?

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Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

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Doubters used to talk that trash

Continued emphasis on overcoming challenges and lamenting the loss of authenticity in music.

Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks

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Music to feel, what ever happened to that?

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Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

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Don't Stop

Repetition of the directive "Don't Stop," possibly urging perseverance or determination.

Don't Stop

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