Corrección Letra Deep (Remix) par UBI

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1982 was when this man was born
I grew up on Nickelodeon and scrambled p***
I've been so broke that all I've ate was cans of corn
And I've learned I can be an angel and still brandish horns
I got an ill psyche (Psyche)
My come up is real likely
My talent's made people bitter and some of 'em still might be
But f**k the way they feel don't care if they will fight me
Like I walked into a Trump rally yelling out "kill whitey" (Whitey)
Although this life has made me mentally gone
I've absorbed all its blows and my energy's grown
Other rappers try to bite me but I'll never be cloned
F**k a diamond in the rough I'm an infinity stone
Put me on a track with those like me so we can snap
The haters want me collapsed and try to give me the axe
They're plotting out sneak attacks
It's always the weakest cats trying to step but they're out of their depth, how deep is that?
I get deep (Deep)
Deeper than a bottomless pit, deeper than Killmonger's character or Oliver Twist
Deeper than crowds in the streets cause they gotta resist
That's deeper than rap, regardless I still gotta be Chris
Rappers pose with their cash and clothes it's nothing new to see
But tell me what the f**k do you do for your community?
Taking pics, you and your clique I get that
Off the rip but you cannot forget to give back
Click clack bang we're not the same, I spit heat
Try to battle you'll be without a paddle up Schitt's Creek pipsqueak
You'll be blue in the face like Mystique
Get deep, the extent of yo depth is six feet
Eighties baby, eighties made me shady
Maybe it's safe to say that I'm crazy you can't explain me
Gangrene, lady crazy
They crazy and half brazy
Raised in the shack back when Reagan made crack babies
On welfare, no healthcare, got a health scare who the Hell cares?
No shelter, no help here, is this Hell? Hell yeah
I'm deep in Hell and now I'm deep as hell
I mean I'm deep inside your mind cause what we think is Hell
Hell is a mind state, I'm deep with the ink as well, call that ink well
It helps me escape from where demons dwell
That equals jail, now I gotta think a way around it
Now I gotta rearrange my outlook, now look how I ink my way about it
See I've been deep in Hades since the incubator and even haters doubt it
Now I gotta think of a reason to keep breathing now I think I may have found it
My lyrical content, I bomb sh*t, I'm really as any Glock
From here to any inner city block
I'm lyrically in 2020 pop
Bet a pretty penny you and any of my enemies on a beat like a city cop
Won't suffer defeat
I'm deep like the throat of your freak when she give me top, hahaha

I got a rough past, it's a tough subject
Even if I run fast I can't run from it
I grew up thugging rough, rugged, the cloth I'm cut from is so rough you need a hatchet just to be cut from it
I used to be on every corner like a phone booth
Some of the sh*t I've seen you wouldn't believe it if I told you
Where I'm from them bangers might load the chrome and dome you
Where Kids See Ghosts but not like Kid Cudi showed you
Sh*t I had to go through just to make it through the streets
Man that poverty had a lock on me but I'm breaking through the leash
This ain't rapping, it's a pa**ion that made it to a beat
When that beat's on I'ma straight pour it what I'm saying to you is deep
Man this industry is shallow but my rhymes still so deep
I never get married to this industry cause I'd get cold feet
With a pen and pad I'm illmatic, I'm Nasir Jones deep
Deeper than a hundred miles underground, dinosaur bones deep
Look, aye yo I'm back conflicted
Yeah I changed but I ain't acting different
Come from a place I can't explain, no you gon' have to visit
It's such a shame, give all the praise to those who act the image
Please don't make mistake, this is no game this is no Activision
This sh*t accurate, it's actually sad the way I'm actually living
But I ain't gon' act as if I have it, I'ma actually get it
Boy I got this pa**ion for this rap sh*t, I get spazzy with it
You ain't gotta ask me, you can ask these n***as I ain't one for bragging I'm just out here trying to master my craft
I'm twenty-eight and I ain't even entered half of my bag
I used to write all my sixteens and then put that in the trash
I fight with demons, I've been meaning to put that in the past
But now it's Murder She Wrote
He drop a word then he goes
If my brain stop on the spot then I got emergency notes
If opportunity come, no the opportunity coming
If it ain't money then what that sh*t got to do with me, nothing
Man I've been wasting time for too long, giving sh*t
I said I was taking mine for too long, I'm living in
A state of mind where I just say that you wrong, I'm innocent
I told my kids that anything that you want I'm getting it, I promise
I can't f**k with you if you don't f**k with yo kids
If they can't trust you don't you ever put yo trust into them
And for that reason there's some people I can't f**k with again
If we don't speak I ain't gon' f**king pretend
Man this sh*t a little deeper than rap
I done did this beat already, this sh*t deeper than that
See how the people react when out here speaking the facts
And count yo blessings, you gon' need 'em hope you n***as out here keeping yo receipts for the cap
Give me the mic, I'm taking it deeper than the Mariana Trench is
Trying to slide up in the game but bro they barely on the benches
So carry on, staring with your Ariana face on, like clearly he a b*t*h, please don't ever come near me or come my bi'ness
I've been sinning but I'm praying for redemption
Grateful to get a mention
Navigating the game, sh*t
Painful like interventions
Never hate the player
While they prepare to get a pension, I've been hanging by a hair for an extension
Peace to Brotha Lynch, the homie Rittz and the rest of the Strange fam
Seen 'em stressing in they brain every second the day spent
Why you tripping?
Get to stepping don't step in my way, scram
Play with power, any second that weapon could change hands
From left to right, from yours to mine, it's flight or war
Strike an accord, better be careful what you dying for
Tighten your core they try to score but yo it's quite a chore when I apply the force to any door the sh*t divide in four
I aim at your target and push my way into major markets
Provide a corpse or catch a body, I could make a carca**
You dinosaurs'll get buried like the La Brea Tar Pits
Or iron ore so take a leap, I ain't afraid of darkness
I'm 20,000 Leagues deep in the abyss
So far below they don't know that he exists
At many times they overloaded me with bricks so now I only see the drip like Pennywise (Why?)
Come and float with me and Chris, UBI

Journey to the center of the earth, I get deeper than Jules Verne
Deeper than the ninth circle, I'm making these fools burn
I'm holding the tool firm so cruel that you'll squirm
Dropping jewels I can take you to school, a full term
Making tools learn they're not the sharpest in the shed
At my darkest I could leave a f**king carca** in your bed
Not a Blood but I f**k with plenty artists that are red
And their writers that'll shoot a Scott Farkus in the head
Make you shiver and hide while I grow and I develop
You just wither and die
Rappers look at my success and they get bitter and cry
It's not my fault they're lazier than Forest Whitaker's eye
I'm a gritter, I rise and that's the way that it works
Cowards fear I'm the Devil so now they praying in church
The only time that they'll have depth is when they're laid in the dirt
I get too deep for these pussies and now they say that it hurts but still I stay till it squirts
I guess they just can't stomach it
Off and I am talking big sh*t for the fun of it
I have a sh*t ton of it
Gonna get gone, most songs are three minutes nowadays but we'll add about seven I'm deep in it
I'ma keep getting knowledge cause I seek and I find
I keep on the grind while others wanna sleep all the time
I overcome my obstacles while they weep and they whine
And I won't quit till my pockets are as deep as my mind, b*t*h

Yeah
C-Mob, TJ Holland, Ubiquitous, Ces Cru, Debo, Dice, Horseshoe Gang, yeah
Deep

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