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m child - my shit be deep كلمات الأغنية

[m-child]

yo, i’m gonna slow it down to you non-rapping–ss n-gg-s who always got
something to say about a motherf-cker trying to come up.
always putting in they motherf-cking two cents and sh-t.
man, shut the f-ck up, aiight? d-mn..

[m-child] [chorus x2]

my sh-t be deep, so deep that you feel, what i feel,
my pen is my skill, the words i speak; that sh-t be real.
i’m blessed with the things i possess, but n-gg-s test,
i’m on a quest, so i let my lyrics speak for itself.

[m-child]

what makes a n-gg- wanna dis me, f-ck ’em, burn in h-ll,
’cause dissing me and my n-gg-s ain’t gonna make your tape sell.
local-lyric bringer; on my level, you’ll never be,
soft as a baby’s -ss, you talking ’bout hurting me.
i’ve been through it all, from p-ss 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 d-ck,
i ain’t gon’ let that sh-t sweat me because i’m trying to get rich.
other things i must do, making my n-gg-s 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 sh-t 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 f-cking time to f-ck 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 f-cking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill.
affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking nyquil.
ain’t no n-gg-s 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 n-gg- that’s gon’ confront you with a fight.
i ain’t f-cked up about it, i just never understood,
what be a n-gg- 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 motherf-ckers off-guard,
hand on my own, regardless of the sh-t that you start.

[chorus]

- m child

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