M-CHILD - My Shit Be Deep lyricsrate me
Yo, I'm gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got
something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up.
Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit.
Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn..
[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel,
My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real.
I'm blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test,
I'm on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself.
What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck 'em, burn in hell,
'cause dissing me and my niggas ain't gonna make your tape sell.
Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you'll never be,
Soft as a baby's ass, you talking 'bout hurting me.
I've been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day,
Won't hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay.
There's always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick,
I ain't gon' let that shit sweat me because I'm trying to get rich.
Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof,
Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof.
Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper,
Make my family proud, so hater, I'll catch you later.
I got my shit tight, you don't believe me, come and see,
You can learn a lot from a dummy that's from O.M.P.
My poetry be so hard, you can't take it from me,
My poetry be so real, you can't bring it like me.
My organization ain't got no fucking time to fuck off,
Like Y2K, if you play, we gon' cut your lights off.
Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain 'em up and sit still,
I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill.
Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil.
Ain't no niggas spookin' me, check yourself if you're real,
Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill.
Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills.
I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right,
But there's always a nigga that's gon' confront you with a fight.
I ain't fucked up about it, I just never understood,
What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good?
The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake,
I'll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn't waste.
Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard,
Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start.