[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
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[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
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[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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