What We Talkin' About (Feat. Luke Steele)

[Talking: Jay-Z] Blueprint trios [Verse 1:] Yeah Yeah What we talkin` bout real shit? Or we talkin` bout ryhmes You talkin` bout millions Or you talking` 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 Dem 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 nothing 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 matress 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 about that I don`t run rap no more I run the map [Hook:] 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 re-write history Let`s talk about facts Dame made millions Even Jaz made some scraps He could`ve 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 [Hook] [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 ta Sit in front of your computa Posin` with guns Shootin YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House get your suit up You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the duece up Peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor Toota 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 [Hook]