ELZHI - Deep lyrics
rate meI'm the bell ringer
Shell slinger
Hottest body till the smell linger
Until they pale as Renee Zellweger
When El sting ya
You feeling like the Braille finger
Searching for the line
I'm first new stuck in last
Rappers now suckin’ ass
Full of new school niggas I wouldn't fuckin’ pass
They should flunk your class
And dip low
They tip-toe
And eves drop
With both sleeves popped
Now please stop
You'll melt faster than a freeze pop
In 100 degrees El's sunning MC's he's pops.
You better put that work in, I murk grins and kill grills
My steel peels,
Then I peel wheels,
Then skill feels
Like it heals ills like Benadryl pills
The hottest artist with feels chills.
When I drop gems
That play out like fans
When you peep
These rhymes ain't cheap
o yeah! I gets deep.
Yeah I gets deeper than that
Once I blow your mind you're not keepin’ your hat.
I ball the scene
Killin’ off your rhyme machine
You tookin’ back like a time machine
My dime is clean
My flow is hydro cannabis sativa
Also known as chronic weed and again this reefer.
Watch it blow
My nuts hang a couple of crotches low
And fuck fifteen minutes nigga I'm gonna’ watch it slow.
You need to seize the braggin’
You see the fire that I spit when I unleash the dragon.
The ruler is back
We battle yo medulla is cracked
We do it online you find that yo computer is hacked.
It's your decision
What my brain stores division
I'm seeing bars come together like doors in prison.
When I spit that line
You can keep in your mind
When they creep
I do this in my sleep
o yeah I gets deep.
Listen, I blow trees with the Buda man squeeze with the war lord.
Your floored hot stay on point like a scoreboard.
I come hard the way a chick pull a clit,
I know you assholes pissin’ all you dicks full of shit.
Gets your dogs muzzled
I'm drunk off the power I guzzle
Break men into pieces leave’em puzzled
Clips I pack’em in like sardines.
Flippin’ on niggas like megatron in they hands on star screen.
And this year y’all are gonna have to give it the fuck up.
If not I’m takin’ it,
However you make of it,
I stack cake a bit,
I should wear a baker’s mitt,
And put cheese down on the whip like it was quaker grits.
O little mommy how she shakes her tits,
Work the pole
And make it twirk and role
I know it urk ya whole
That I could jerk ya soul
In ya sleep
You meet the grim reap
Oh yeah, I gets deep
