My Shit Be Deep Lyrics by M-Child

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[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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