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Lillard Releases New Single "Talk To Em" on Music Monday

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With more time on his hands, Lillard has returned to the recording studio.

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Over at forwardcenter.net, Casey Holdahl announced that "Music Monday" is back again. For those not familiar with the practice, on Mondays in the offseason, Trail Blazers point guard and rapper Damian Lillard AKA "Dame Dolla" releases tracks that he's recorded. His latest release, "Talk to Em," is the sixth such Monday release. Give it a listen and find other tracks on Lillard's soundcloud account.

This falls in line with #4barFriday, started during the 2013-14 season, where Lillard encouraged fellow rappers to submit their best four bars to him with the hashtag #4barFriday. Numerous would-be rappers and NBA stars have been featured "spitting hot fire" as it were, trying to follow in the wake of Lillard's musical success.

To read the article from Holdahl, click here. Full lyrics are listed below.

Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Talk to ‘em (talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)

They say the loyal don’t budge and real G’s move in silence
and thugs really in it—not the one’s promoting violence
I know a couple in it that’s tryna get up out it
And it’s all street knowledge
They ain’t get to go to college
A lot of people tapping in
I’m El Capitan
You speak on what we say and we’d never rap again
And I done made myself a villain
Surrounded by savages
Appreciate the struggle ‘cuz now it’s extravagant
That Porsche got a hemi
Look what God sent me
Pull up to my gate and see a Beamer, Benz, and Bentley
I hardly ever brag and hardly ever sag
But tonight my pants low and 200 on my dash
I ain’t made it this far to say I made it this far
‘Cuz when I’m close to par that’s when I got to raise the bar
I ain’t tryna be a star
I’m more like a Moses
‘Cuz I’m the type to pump a lot of hope into the hopeless
Raised in East Oakland
I’m a product of that
Made to survive anywhere
Can’t get more polished than that
They glorifying goofballs
I’m salty as Utah
When you real, they uncomfortable
Plotting for you to fall
Man, I’m changing up the game
Forget about the politics
Stick my neck out for my loved ones
I’m like a ostrich

I ditch a lot of love around me
you haters keep doing opposite
I’m really incompetent to taking any compliments
It sound crazy but I’m telling y’all the real
I stand behind these bars like I’m in a jail of steel
I never fall in line
and I never be like majority
A lot of dudes with feminine ways
It’s a sorority
And no offense but I’m never hopping the fences
‘Cuz that ain’t in the blood of a cat that been in the trenches
Maybe turn a new leaf
Go and get him a degree
But this stuff these boys doing got a brother sipping tea

Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Man, we got to talk to them (talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)

You cats like Simba
Can’t wait to be king
Talking with your mouths when your language is seen
Some people super stars
Play a role on a team
Keep it real with your ones
Don’t sell your soul for the bling
On these 12-hour shifts
No Z’s if you know me
Doff(?) in the speakers yelling out to me "Royalty"
When I retire I’m walking off like Kobe
Planting all these seeds while my cheeks stay rosie
Word to the wise—everything I say poetry
Mind stimulating my frontal lobe be floetry
What I bring to the world
You can call it rotary
Dame in the Game, best believe I’m in the Moda seats
The dream be free
The grind sold separately
And I’ma hustle even when I breach clarity
Got to have integrity
Pure bred pedigree
A call coming in
Pay attention what the message be

Ever since a teen I had dreams of being a big dog
Young Zach LaVine from the line, watch how I lift off
Way before rap, used to trap dumping zips off
Now I’m tryna build an empire like I’m Rick Ross
Spit raw
Smash whoever come against the guillotine
Jumped off the porch kind of early
I was into things
Me Dame and P all fam
Yeah, this the team
With some more brothers from the gutter tryna get a ring
Hard knock life, baby
I don’t do the make believe
Where I’m from they’ll smoke you quick like a eighth of weed
Know some real hitters that didn’t make it past 17
All my friends dead or in jail
I had to change the scene
Summer ’16, yeah we just tryna get paid
Keep it silent Bozzi(?)
Been wildin' since the sixth grade
Flyer than some pilots
You don’t want to merge in this lane
But my life difficult
You don’t want to fee this pain

Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
We had to talk to ‘em (we had to talk to ‘em)
We had to talk to ‘em (we had to talk to ‘em)
We talk to ‘em (we talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)
Hey talk to ‘em (hey talk to ‘em)