My Shit Be Deep lyrics

[M-Child]



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.



[M-Child]



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.



[Chorus x2]



[M-Child]



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.



[Chorus]
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