Nom - Deep lyrics

rate me

Okay I’m feeling never better, smiling in whatever weather

Break us to gorillas, sorrow .. now take me to the never never

My flow is higher, had this my gold higher than gold wires and voltaires

I do it for everybody trying to live and learn

Those who live less years then they give and turn

Even when the heavy tape that you seat and turn

Live and hurts but I hope you never get your vision blurred,

I give em twelve bars, gicking up the first A

Music from the soul it was with me at my birth place

So I start to feel the beat when the first places

Lines in my mind into twine like the first day

I’m out here rapping for the people and cars

It’s deeper than bars, I’m trying to even the odds

And so I’m out here on the letter, trying to reach for the stars

I hear this people something deeper than scars

Yah, listen in the low life, w e just live in that low life

Preach on to my girl why she’s sitting do in the toes like,

And no matter what you do, it only matter what you know, right?

It’s funny when you knew, they treat you like you have no rights,

Broke down Mercury coming down the avenue,

Nigga with an attitude, tell me what do I have to lose

Besides my dignity my enemy is some.. shoes,

These girls wanna be hoes, we go ahead I ain’t mad at you,

City on my back I got my heart on my sleeve and

They put the world on my shoulders ‘cause I almost fall in my knees in hell

Smoking my lungs and niggas can hardly breathe

Money all on my mind, too bad it’s not in my reach damn

I’m looking in the mirror like it couldn’t be

I’m turning in and what, that’s why I wouldn’t be

Becoming better with the ones I know I shouldn’t be

They say they know what’s up, it seems they only hold me up

Guard get you when .. to a manican

I’m flowing like I should have corner fraze rhyme rambling,

On time channeling, do the gold in times quoting rhymes,

spooking dimes like a nigga did it in the older times

I slay a team of rappers with the book a matrix

Custom in that .. while waving the heavy hatchy

New school voted favorite I gotta get high with,

Fairies mulla I couldn’t clast to do fly shit,

Red bone, five six, high heels, white hips,

Save a hoe side kicks, cuffin on my side chicks,

Damn, still under view, that’s undebated

Ever since the under rules used to be in .. rated

But I was winning even backing my home with beginning

I was born pure, guess I just had a hundred percent it,

But as lately I read discover my mission

To get and had the vision to follow my intuition

And levitating and meditating writing like a mad man out

Metaphor we’re giving rappers the bad shit,

Is just the trials of the black man,

Man had the promise land, just man rapping in the bad land.