[Chorus: samples] "I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" "Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X) "And I'ma get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA
[Verse 1] No where to go and I be flowing, try to flow and then before Back in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken Put all records to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin' breaking Awaken and await, and take the shit like amoebas I'm rollin' with stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters We just wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' from a minor Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya Straight up and down, y'all a sermon and blew it I half niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something shrimp on the barbie I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other gods guard me Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I chew it Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya My bone is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] The beat addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static Pen tips the pad, I touch stars in the attic The dopest that wrote this, when suckas provoke this Now it's the time for perpetrators to quote this Rhyme that I wrote for heads to get loose to I blow up spots like snots in a tissue I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas persist to Bite my flow, so now you know -- That when I rip up a set, I get mad deep Don't sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get beat As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope reaction Bitches who front, get reduced like fractions So ya motherfuckin' flex to vex, whose next in line To recline, and steal my lines, so check it Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm erasin' If you drip or get slipped, I convict like Perry Mason
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3] Meet ya makers, ya fakers and immitators I'm greater cause I do my best work on paper Mad raps, raps the disaster from the masters Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out actors He can test, skippin' yet, don't pass the limit You finished, so save the Die Hard image for Bruce Willis Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope from start Transform with the art, rippin' ya fuckin' mics apart This is the rawest of words of you ever heard My rap style superb, gettin' nursed in the curb It can't compete with the man when I freak it The crew will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and correct lyrically Too complex, who ya punks to step Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip quick A writer's block non-stop, and I'ma get --
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Copy to Clipboard: [Chorus: samples] "I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau" "Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X) "And I'ma get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA
[Verse 1] No where to go and I be flowing, try to flow and then before Back in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken Put all records to the side, and it's ya face I'm fuckin' breaking Awaken and await, and take the shit like amoebas I'm rollin' with stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters We just wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' from a minor Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya Straight up and down, y'all a sermon and blew it I half niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something shrimp on the barbie I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other gods guard me Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I chew it Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya Crucify ya, I fuckin' rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya My bone is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] The beat addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static Pen tips the pad, I touch stars in the attic The dopest that wrote this, when suckas provoke this Now it's the time for perpetrators to quote this Rhyme that I wrote for heads to get loose to I blow up spots like snots in a tissue I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas persist to Bite my flow, so now you know -- That when I rip up a set, I get mad deep Don't sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get beat As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope reaction Bitches who front, get reduced like fractions So ya motherfuckin' flex to vex, whose next in line To recline, and steal my lines, so check it Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm erasin' If you drip or get slipped, I convict like Perry Mason
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3] Meet ya makers, ya fakers and immitators I'm greater cause I do my best work on paper Mad raps, raps the disaster from the masters Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out actors He can test, skippin' yet, don't pass the limit You finished, so save the Die Hard image for Bruce Willis Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope from start Transform with the art, rippin' ya fuckin' mics apart This is the rawest of words of you ever heard My rap style superb, gettin' nursed in the curb It can't compete with the man when I freak it The crew will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and correct lyrically Too complex, who ya punks to step Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip quick A writer's block non-stop, and I'ma get --
[Chorus]
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