Текст песни What We Talkin' About, Jay Z, Luke Steele

[Verse 1:]
Blueprint trios,
Yeah, yeah, what we talkin' ‘bout real shit,
Or we talkin' ‘bout rhymes?
You talkin' ‘bout millions or you talkin' ‘bout mine?
What we talkin' ‘bout ‘cause I ain't got time?
For what people be talkin' ‘bout all the time?
What we talkin' ‘bout fiction or we talkin' ‘bout fact?
You talkin' ‘bout fiction? Hold up, pardon my back.
I'm talkin' ‘bout life and all I hear is,
“Oh yeah, he keeps talkin' ‘bout crack.”
I ain't talkin' ‘bout profit, I'm talkin' ‘bout pain,
I'm talkin' ‘bout despair, I'm talkin' ‘bout shame,
I ain't talkin' ‘bout gossip, I ain't talkin' ‘bout Game,
I ain't talkin ‘bout Jimmy, I ain't talkin' ‘bout Dame,
I'm talkin' ‘bout real shit: them people playin'.
What is you talkin' ‘bout, I don't know what y'all sayin'?
People keep talkin' ‘bout, “Hov, take it back!”
I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that?
Ain't nothin' cool ‘bout carryin' a strap,
‘Bout worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat,
Talkin' ‘bout revenge while carryin' his casket,
All teary-eyed ‘bout to take it to a mattress.
I'm talkin' ‘bout music, I ain't talkin' ‘bout rap,
You talkin' ‘bout who's hot, I ain't talkin' ‘bout that.
The conversation is changed, let's yap ‘bout that,
I don't run rap no more, I run the map.

[Chorus: Luke Steele]
They talk, we live, we see what they say, they say, they say.
They talk, we did, who cares what they say, they say, they say.

[Verse 2:]
Still they can't focus on them, they be talkin' ‘bout me,
Talkin' ‘bout what I wear, talkin' ‘bout where I be,
Check out my hair, these ain't curls, these is peas,
Peasey head still get paid, I'm combin' through G's.
Please, we ain't focused on naps
‘Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map.
A small part of the reason the President is black,
I told him, I got him, when he hit me on the jack.
Talkin' ‘bout progress, I ain't lookin' back,
You know, I run track, try not to get lapped,
People keep talkin' ‘bout Hov left ‘em flat,
Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts:
Dame made millions, even Jaz made some scraps,
He coulda made more but he didn't sign his contract.
As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack,
That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack.
Grown men want me to sit ‘em on my lap,
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black,
I repeat, you can't sit on my lap,
I don't have a beard, now get off my sack,
Scream at me.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Blueprint 3,
And now that that's that, let's talk about the future.
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther,
Now you could choose to sit in front of your computer
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up,
Or you could come with me to the White House, get your suit up.
You stuck on bein' hardcore, I chuck the duece up,
Peace out, Medusa.
Welcome to the BluePrint tre-piece, Jay-Z your tutor.
Tooter of my own horn beep beep, “Move ya
Ras clot!” when rude boy come through with the roof up.
So I could see the sky,
‘Cause everybody talkin' Hov, I think we know why.

[Chorus]