Take a little peek at the MC Deep flowin like a river you can test me See I been livin life like dres be Free livin but I've always been a black sheep And its no surprise I been glazed over by wear and time Solo like the bitches who can't be fly Measure my talent by beat and rhyme Its time the sick rappers know Don't need crime its just how we roll Whether its swish or just sweet as hell Feeling the words as I pop my dell Under a curse or maybe a spell Coming so ill that I can't be well Frontin like hess critical hit is swell Still I'm running a tight ship like mal Killin track with a backpack full of wack ass rap track rats... Bitch And they mad cuz the style so rad all the phat honies want on that... Bitch takin ya'll down to the danger zone I'm so angered yo by the way you flow So I can't tell whether you roll with m. deep So you better keep you act discreet I'm the flow master riding beats and time like a track captain Not flaccid Keep it hot like the studio blazin phazing my word with patience baby So I'm killing it? I guess you're hearing it With a name some dope bitches smearing it Its a big event. I got no relent so I'm flowing it doper than anybody yet Now I'm back bring the song out all day And I'm phat like the kid that you gay And I'm awesome with rhythm so fresh It'll make you sing along as long as you can catch up Mess up... Still riding beats in a buncha ways Fess up... man this beef is gettin passe Past gay I'm makin all these critics spit take Stereo fiend sheened now welcome to the mixtape

sick twisted wicked and shit, spitting acid and licks ground beef into chunks cookin burgers with it no fretting my bitch i go that lickety split the quick whips and sick quips i spit dope shit smoking tracks so much i oughta lose my throat gettin hot in the summer oughta lose my coat daaaawg, i am the illest sick boy for life, the crowd raors with the feelin yo under the knife molodlcally performin surgery you spit a mad game but your all commiting purgery penalty of death from the grand executioner blood stained saws and i know what to use em for so sit in your cage and try to rattle at me cuz i could use another plaything for my wicked MCs M. Deep rips ya shit with a beat and a mic I'm fuckin killing it I'm fuckin serious This music is the thing I love so I'll keep using it I know its hard to get, I'm feeling so high But check consensus every one says I'm a hell of a guy A hell of a guy, just a hell of a guy They call me MC deep one hell of a guy And if momentum keeps me going I'll be up in the sky Just take a damn note cuz I'm a helluva guy Now I'm back on the track again Spitting with so much force you'll lose your hat again acid rap and shit corroding your brain The more I spitting this fire you'll see there's hell in the flame So best remember the name in the name of fort minor Changing the game like I was bit by a spider Reminder to all you fuckin thumb sucking dunces This rap is so phat you can call it a blumpkin Funkin with you punk kids like ash roth said not to I'm drunk on this dumb shit and like hoth I'm cold too Told you! I'm so wicked its criminal And like my bro JC I'm keeping it subliminal And so cynical tyrannical and magical This ass is full of masterful and tracks that pull disaster toll Trills seem to be my hot spot Still I keep my tact up all you fags not ha I'm a disaster I'm that guy who's bringing rhythm to ya mash up And I'm the last one To keep his hat back fitted and not a snap on I'm fuckin killing it I'm fuckin serious This music is the thing I love so I'll keep using it I know its hard to get, I'm feeling so high But check consensus every one says I'm a hell of a guy A hell of a guy, just a hell of a guy They call me MC deep one hell of a guy And if momentum keeps me going I'll be up in the sky Just take a damn note cuz I'm a helluva guy

staring at my screen thinking take a sip, PBR that I've been drinking I feel a buzz coming over me. is this really the thing that I was meant to be? and being young, it's so confusing sometimes my life devoted for a couple years to seeking the rhyme but time, is of the essence you never know just where you are until you get it 20 years I've been living here 20 beers in my belly CHEERS! 20 fears that are engineered to make me leave the platform with no souvenirs I'm getting rides from strangers I'll never be sure if all the things I said changed her damn... no lyrics that I find no rhythms that I rhyme no people that get high can tell the story so well of the you and of the I I contemplate out of habit my extra pair of senses schizophrenic with bad trips spew mad libs like sad kids sickened with tourette getting mad pissed at ass kiss who jump ahead I’m so mad at it, I'm so mad at the world my head's unwinding from the rollers but my mind is still curled I'm unfurled and now I'm pissed every women, it's madness I'm spitting vulgar shit like my name is Bob Saget badness, I touch masses ask this... has anybody heard of MC Deep? silence, damn... and the gong's the only one to speak terrorize cuz I've been suffering but its hard to find the meaning in it spilling lies that make the people sing asking kin of mine to lift my spirit

Up on top of mount olympus contemplating my reign I'm like a hip-hop robot; feeling no pain. I'm young, dope and phat comin up in the game And I'm dangerous just like a bus on icy terrain It's always pleasing to watch the hip-hop flip-flop Revolting hypocrites, claim original but ya not! The rebel attitude you front, man, it's nothing but that Your sitting lonely in you room with the (fap fap fap) I"m not like any otha mutha fucka you see I'm repping me, noopey, and I'm repping swishy B Shakin up the earth like the earth shook haitians I'm swpittin rythmic laxitive so haters say shit But they aint shit I never worry tell em what it means to be a brutha with the fury I say 1 yo, I never back down And 2 I'm makin all these wack acts drown

I stay stacked, like a bucket a chub I spit phat with tact; homey cutting a rug I'm mucking up your fuzz, I'm buzz cutting the drums I rock tracks and jock acts descending from Dub The last MC without his head in his ass The last mastermind. I'm playing on ya psyche like Katz But trust I'm in focus. Y'all know this Leave ya craving more of me, like Jenny Lawrence showing tits Flowing sick, controversial causing schisms a member of the sick Bois, yeah I'm rolling with 'em I'm on top like cool whip flipping the switch In ya brain telling you that I could never be sick Definition of slick, hip-hopping ya kids M. Deep with the metronome I'm reppin the Bizz Now without further ado I'll let you get to your shit MC deep the killer yeah I'm outta this bitch.

Mr miagi is gettin cocky and lippy to boot And if you shot me I'll get rocking make yall lick my boots And if I'm the system takin over, never took down I'm hounding roundabout raps into chop suey and grounds All this beef that you keep makes a queef lookin sweet But this beat in my feet makes me rap then I reap I keep my features... Dope as fuck though I got a creature... Don't press your luck ho If I'll be listing and twisting while I'm insisting you listen I'll see mystery richies investing lechery into me Seriously its a ministry the church of the deep And furiously I'll be in this tree just peeking at weaks And I'm a freak and a geek but I'm an honest contender And I'll wreck your mystique while interrupting your lecture bender the bot I'm straight rocking the squishies Cuz I'm nefarious hilatious and reppin the swish see Misty on horizons never cloudy like ash And I brock with the ladies marty con but not black This sack of dope raps is mad but so phat and deep is so racked his raps can blast back Flip the script on these labels who never changing the game Who recycle thier shit with different word still the same And all the lyricies spat is lyrics boring and flat Without a new type of gimmick just the stacks and the lacs And the fact of it is I'm a spit driven kid And imma twist what I kin to make you listen again And if I'm skirtin the sin just trust my word are the shit And never doubt the clout I brag about I'm sure you'll submit... Bitch Welcome back to the carnival so cynically marvelous Hypocritically barging on the song so alarming Target lames with a heat seek and bitches with the freak shriek Falsifying documents of rap makin meeks flee I'm so radical call the future Odder than an oddish that you caught I'm off it like bueller. Bueller bueller where the fuck did you go He's bumping deep in his convertible and mackin his ho Cuz deep is sick with flow and the whole town knows it Sausage king you know what I mean fuck froman and all a you can show them bogus raps are not hits Just a simple selling plot to make you miss on these rap kids Who rap sick and spit mist of serious apocalypse So stop the shit your copping hit the button on your top and sit And listen to the words I speak deciding if your liking And grab the mixtape and play it makin all your friends see Envious of us busta fuckin with the volume Change your attitude bitch jealousy looks ugly on you And last but not least please step back from the stereo I'm revolutionary when I'm simple spittin wacky flow

(Sing) I know the world is so crazy And everything is insane But I could tell that any other time Wouldn't change the words today I guess I never knew The extent of the effect that I could have on you I guess its kinda true They say that love bites you in the ass when your blue And Armageddons coming Jehovah witnesses and mistresses and quickly running And If I didn't know better I would say their right But truthfully the end of days would kinda be alright I feel a tinge that I can never show A fringing feeling that Is more than I'm allowed to know they were mine to sow The seeds I've planted in the hearts I gotta reap em now Tripping on this music with a chip on my back I feeling phat but still sometimes I feel my rhyming is whack I broke the camels back tryna get the music out And I can be a better rapper than I'm feeling now But can I really now? Its kinda funny how The worlds perception and your truest self is not the same I can't be lonely now Because of them I know I'm not allowed to feel this way Feeling like a damn slave held to a standard so great And its this standard that hangs deep in my heart like a weight And I cannot run away this musics starting to shape Me into the man I wish I was I'm feeling like clay This my testament This is the end of it If this is heaven sent Don't make me finish yet