My Shit Be Deep - 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.

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