Geri D' Fyniz


Talk Black To Me

by Geri D' Fyniz

Released 01/08/2018
D' Fyniz Enterprises
Released 01/08/2018
D' Fyniz Enterprises
Geri D' Fyniz is Anti Alt-Facts & wants to hear the truth no matter what.
  • 02:52 Story Lyrics Talk Black To Me

    Tell me who gettin it
    Tell me who ain't
    I can read between the lines most can't
    Perception is a motherfucker
    Wearing a busted rubber
    Giving birth to all y'all fakes

    Tell me who gangsta
    Tell me who not
    Tell me who lyin bout work that they got
    Tell me who screaming this they block
    And ain't did shit about these
    Race soldier problems

    Tell me who conscious 
    Tell me who sleep
    I'm sicka fake activists
    Just postin memes
    All dey doin is masturbating
    About what they name is
    And all victims of the same enemy

    Tell me what's the plan
    Cause y'all wasting hella time
    All that back & forth ya doing
    ain't making you a dime

    Tell me what's the truth
    It's too many Alt- Facts
    Tell me if you really wanna buy the hood back

    Tell me when you're starting
    Matter fact let me see it
    I ain't got time for goofies
    Just playing make believe

    We in a war zone
    I don't know what y'all thinking
    If u get caught slipping
    Might end up leaking

    I'm Jus talkin real shit
    Nigga I ain't preaching
    Most of y'all dim wits
    Won't believe till you see it
    All this cooning
    Gone catch You a beatin
    Sabotaging black lives
    We gone stop you from breathing

    That was a promise not a threat

    Them hittas are ready
    When shit hits the fan
    Dey keep eyes on front sights 
    While we aiming (POW)

    Won't be no more talking
    Or asking for justice
    If you opposition
    You faded (Adios)

    Ya revolution ain't winning
    If you waitin and begging for some permission
    From the same assholes 
    With a system in place
    Giving crumbs
    While they steady making billions

    On my life
    I say fuck that
    I'm not clueless

    What You thinking I'mma Buck dance Like Ray Lewis

    I switched up the flow 
    But my bars are not typical

    I know I got you thinking
    While you listen to this beat that
    How the fuck he spitting knowledge
    And I'm feeling hella litty
    guess this what the game is missing
    Turn up music with a meaning (For Real)

    I waited my time (Time)
    Now I'm here to get it (get it)
    Mutha Fuck a cosign (Fuck it)
    Or artificial gimmicks (Facts)
    Don't need no handouts (nope)
    Cause my grind is so authentic (yep)
    So I ain't signing shit (fuck a deal)
    I'm Mr. independent

    Put myself on
    Without begging or luck
    I don't need no one's help
    I can hold my own nuts
    Write my own fuckin songs
    Built my own studio 
    Putting up my own dough
    I can say what I want

    Time to put the bullshit to a cease
    While I'm making real shit 
    For the streets
    It's long overdue
    But I'm pushing through
    Take all the chips
    just bet em on me

    Tell me who the hottest
    Tell me who wack
    Yall keep Giving weak Muh fuckas passes
    Then complaining
    Mumble Niggas 
    Is Killing rap
    But ain't spending a dime
    To bring that real shit back
    No shade

    I spit fuggin facts
    If you get offended 
    Blow it out your ass
    I'm gone talk my shit
    And keep it real brash
    Ain't looking for friends
    Just give me cash
    (In Bitcoins)

    I ain't much for the braggin (nah)
    But I'm the dopest up in my lane
    Treat da rap game like a toilet
    Just came through defecating
    Got hella love for my city (Chi-Town)
    But I ain't beggin them to paid
    I ain't beggin them to give plays
    I ain't payin to perform on stage

    I'mma keep it a buck fifty
    Like a bezzle in a fitted
    Fly high above the fuck shit
    Without plans of a descension

    Not to mention 
    I'm in charge of all of this
    I'mma say that shit again
    I'm the boss give me my ends

Geri takes a non-conventional approach of spreading consciousness to an audience that is often ignored "The Streets". Over a "Trap-Type Beat" from Chicago based producer Frytz, Geri D' Fyniz delivered 2 minutes & 52 seconds of unlimited bars ranging from terrorism by "Race Soldier" cops to Black Economic growth

Lyrics, Performance, and Vocal Production by Geri D' Fyniz of D' Fyniz Enterprises
Music Composition and Production by Kevin Frytz of
Additional Production, Mixing, and Mastering by Portiay Williams of

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