Mr. Talkbox - Talkbox Time

Haha Oh
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girl, Aunts Uncles Cats Dogs and Gold Fish
See ya'll aint ready for this but do the best you can
It's the Dentley Boy and M.O.C. baby
We gon' introduce ya'll to a friend of ours
"Mr. Talkbox" Talk back to em
M.O.C. Tell em like it is

Yo everybody really wanna know what's up
Bout the sound that he brings, Kids grab your cups
Bout to fill you up with some funky stuff
Rise on ya feet we're about to tear it up
Rock this thing called the talkbox
Ain't no definition just listen
It's a synthecistic humanistic sound that really groove ya

(Talkbox Time) When you hear the beat get on your feet
(Talkbox Time) Get out the door take it to the streets
(Talkbox Time) Spread the word to everybody you know
(Talkbox Time) Talkbox comin atcha enjoy the show

(SOUND CHECK) Yo is this mic on I need to shed light on
Too many cats let bygones be bygones
This is M.O.C. I'll give you what I got
Tell you like it is and break down what is not
Absolute truths, It's me or it's you It's orange or it's blue
It's auto or it's tuned and
Some auto-tune-matically won't get it
You can't beat the box on this talk so forget it

(Talkbox Time) And we came to let em know When you hear the beat get on your feet
(Talkbox Time) Get out the door take it to the streets (Talkbox)
(Talkbox Time) Spread the word to everybody you know (Just show em)
(Talkbox Time) Talkbox comin atcha enjoy the show (Yo Deuces)
Yeah Ya'll ready for this (Ho)
You ain't ready for this (Talkbox)
Get Ya Sneaks
Get Ya kicks
Get on the floor now
Let The Record Begin

Written by:
Byron Chambers, Ivan Santiago, Renee Jackson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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