Lyrics My Shit Be Deep - M-Child

My Shit Be Deep - M-Child
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Date of issue: 08.05.2000
Song language: English

My Shit Be Deep

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

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