We've updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Just Say Nothin'

from Black & White by DJ Triple Threat



Just Say Nothin’


Yo, it’s about time
I address all these
Studio gangstas and all these radio emcees
Just be saying nothing on the mic
For real
All I hear is every single other song on the radio
“I’m rollin’ to club, rollin’ on dubs”
I mean really? Are you serious?
Is that all you got?
You just wanna clap and snap
And “Hey! Hey!”
In all your “hey, hey, hey”
Are you saying something?
I mean I do that but at least I’m saying something
Iyight, I ain’t gonna keep complaining
Let’s dialogue
Let’s chop it up for a bit

Verse 1:

Young man wanna be Little Weezy
Got a glock, wanna Joc
Actin’ high and sa-Diddy
Wants to bring T-Pain
Not knowing the T ceases pain
Looking for fame
Get a million dollar deal
Like a one dollar menu
Suddenly you the man
Dozens of fans
Money stashed in a van
Girls, cars, and jewels
All access by hand
You’re just a fool
Who dropped outta school
Who’s being screwed
Who’s just a dude playin’ a dude who’s another dude
Man, you came from Academy Prep
Now you on the mic like the streets you rep
Grew up a Christian
Knowing Christ paid your debt
But nah, you substituted almighty God
For a lighty dollar
Say nothin’ for a million dollars
Getting prostituted
Vaseline or jelly
The industry is raping you for your paper man
Choose Christ over money


It doesn’t matter
If you chatter like a parakeet
You’re just making noise
Sayin’ nothing on beat
So, just say nothing (4x)
You claim you bringing heat
But you putting me to sleep
You’re just making noise
Sayin’ nothing on a beat
So, just say nothin’

Verse 2:

I ain’t trying to step on your toes
But when I hear your flows
You sound like a flock of crows
Straight caw-caw sayin’:
“Son, I’m rollin’ on dubs”
“Rollin’ to the club”
“Got a shawty and a bottle of bub”
“I got hammers and bout to get drunk”
What?! And you’re a role mode?!
You’re the one our kids follow
Their minds must be hollow
Standards just a little shallow
Drowning in some shallow water
That’s an accurate depiction of stupidity
People call your trash hot
But it’s hot trash, pure stupidity
God confounds the wise
Takes the foolishness of average guys
Trumps you guys
Yeah, you’re fired!
You’re chain can’t always hang low
And shawty won’t always be a ten
All the money
You can’t blow
Money can’t buy true friends
Sold out to sell out
Albums sold out, bout to go to the crackhouse
But it’s time to return to the Father’s house


Verse 3:

Now in a lowly state
Like in the southern hemisphere
Lost all faith
Now gave in to fear
This message to you is very clear
Once said something
Then started sayin’ nothing
When a deal came you way
To be something
Went from being something
And feeling like something
To feeling like nothing
And having nothing
Fake friends all gone
Money all smoked up
You feel like it’s been so long
Going through this pain
Now all choked up
Turn the beat
Unlike Freeway (throw a beat on)
Need to go back to God
Through Christ there’s a freeway
It requires nothing
But beliefs sake
And homie, we all make mistakes
Start to say something and bring some real change
Start to say something and bring some real change
Cause the world has nothing
It says nothing
But in Jesus Christ
Yeah you’re something



from Black & White, released January 5, 2010
Produced by DJ Triple Threat


all rights reserved



DJ Triple Threat Boston, Massachusetts

DJ Triple Threat is a rapper, DJ, and music producer based in Boston, MA. He started rapping at the age of eight and has been going hard ever since. A DJ since 2003 and making beats since the early 2000's. He has released 4 major albums, 2 mixtapes, a Christmas album, and has hosted two mixtapes featuring artists. Look out for many more releases from DJ Triple Threat throughout 2012!!! ... more

contact / help

Contact DJ Triple Threat

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account