Yeah, 2Deep, you fucking killed this shit, man. But I'mma make sure it's dead, you know? I'mma put one more in the fucking head. Yo, yeah
Verse One
Is anybody out there? Anybody just hear?
Intervention should be getting everybody aware
Is your hearing impaired? Did your fear interfere?
Steer clear, Oh, it's just another mere premier
Is everybody on shrooms that everybody assume
That I would depart apart from my nutty platoon?
You bloody buffoons, it's time to study my tunes
Or is it just my buddies who can see me budded in June?
Am I spitting to myself? Am I sitting on the shelf?
Should I start sonning these rappers and whip them with a belt?
I'm pissing on their wealth, saying this is how I felt
When I brought you everything but you listen to someone else
Am I losing my mind by pursuing these rhymes?
Disillusion cause the movement just ain't moving at times
Should I bid adieu to this grind? I wrote a slew of these rhymes
In feuds I made dudes spew, who should resign?
Chorus
They don't fear how I feel about it, I was keeping it real, they just want to deal up out it
If I could heal, you would hear about it, sovereign artistes would have a meal in the ear to shout it
They don't feel how we feel about it, we were keeping it real, they just want to deal up out it
All these queers weren't sincere about it, now it is severely crowded, why they take the real up out it?
Verse Two
My "Castle Made of Sand" went and fell into the sea
But Jimi [Hendrix] said that would happen eventually
The sensi tree's density tapping my entity
If rapping ain't meant to be, I'm macking off empathy
Sent to be tempered, B, since my record exemplary
What I think in seconds could take you a century
Sensor me? Your sensory is consented, you so compliant
Potentially, my vents get offensive as Kobe Bryant
I showed defiance over science, they defend their drop
Their poems pliant, so the tyrant's gonna bend 'em, watch!
No alliance, you guys tools to the fire, applied fuel
The only time you ever dropped science was high school
These rappers wanna be so popular, they let the pop occur
Then what you knocking to could be hip-hop or fucking opera
Stop it, brah, I ain't got the time or the patience
Go find you some cadence, your rhymes? They need maintenance
CHORUS
Verse Three
Dro sacks in my hoe's shack where she grows at
She's part of the droves that are fiending the coke packs
Don't impose, for that snow, she making the dough stack
Always on Prozac and I don't oppose that
Known sap, drove cats to fucking bestow cash
Bone fast, don't ask, I said I had no scratch
She's screaming she loathes rap, burning my Kodaks
Can I get the dro sacks and some of my clothes back?
Revel in his bars, Jerz rebel with a cause
I mettle cause they don't deserve the bezzle or the cars
A fifth that pop off gets a prick to prop off
A phallus that needs Cialis, you a dick that got soft
Stick to the pop charts, I ain't gonna lose sleep
It's Angry and 2Deep, withstanding a few creeps
To shaming the new fleet, to fans who abuse beats
The glamour make you weak, my grammar induce heat
Chorus
Alright, 2Deep, it's fucking dead now
I hope you're happy
Anno [Domini], what the fuck is up, man?
Keep making those fucking classics, man
Angry... fucking Mic
2Deep, motherfucker, on the beat, yeah
CHORUS
