1. |
...And Now Gone
04:55
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best watch yaself I blow raps
and I cant help myslef I kick phatness
relax kid i'm zapping
anything that youd think would happen
I'm a fat sad sack
but a crass rap cat known to spit the facts
Smack the rhythm with a spit spat track
and I'm fast hittin on the wish wash rap
a brotha hung like an old slave
my rave ways filet the old way
and ayy you wanna spit fire i spit the gasoline
I burn soles a natural disaster B
and half of these tough punk stuck to nothin
but guns ho and money with no substance
i gotta a lot of shit to say
black suit and M Deep we scold that dolce
and hey this beat kicks with my voice on top
and hey you blow dicks fallate batin slob
you blantent cock you say stay faithful brah
but your wicked ways catch like a herpe spot
nex time you wana judge the spit I'm straight kickin
i hop eyou find to time to really listen
Cuz my raps are optimus prime
more than meets the eye
I'm zonin im zonin
Im the zoooone wit the magic
Soo bad When I Rap Sick
This shit took practice
bt now I kill these bets while laughin
What's next for the Deep CAt
MC Killa With the steez of the batman
mic thrilla throwin speak at the EVENT
Dope Spat willin wicked heat for these ass hats
Tongue twist like That game that kids play
So much Will I gotta beef with jeffray
sag pants low gotta be fronting
but my glass half full lookin to something
for the future like Tyler
My whole life is odd like its a lyger
and you a liar aint need no money machine
your gonna fade liek the trend that your following
I dont define bitch cuz I defy it
I'm never lying its what I like kid
because I got one chance to make what I want
its that good shit, with the minimal front uh
I'm zonin im zonin
Im the zoooone wit the magic
Soo bad When I Rap Sick
This shit took practice
bt now I kill these bets while laughin
The final verse is flyer than you hope for
Terse with wthe words and convoluted witht the metaphor
I'm a god damned villain
past thouroughly fucked with haze and dark livin
and I never let it out till i started to rhyme
because the funny man clout only good for the one lines
and thats that sad rap
hopefully its not the same as a bad rap
not to be laughed at Better with time
And worse for the wear but fuck it I'm immortal inside
because a legacy is borne from the ashes of a dead man
Ty B The curse that I'm offin
fuck that sad kid and fuck that old shit
and fuck the douchebags who fuck with rapping
and fuck this damn song cuz fuck its all wrong
and fuck I'm so fuckin pissed, and now gone
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2. |
Flatline
03:37
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20 years old, never been in a relationship
friends of mine are finding the people they'll spend thier life with
only honesty I have is when I'm writing the words,
but honestly this honesty aint easing shit from my world
I look inside but all I'm finding is madness
kinda comes when all your joy is permeated with sadness
but dont feel bad, its not your fault
dry mouth is thick and all I taste is salt
its all good though its all well
stuck inside of this vult, and this hell
dont know if its worth it or if this is my purpose
and I know its what I love but is this really all i have to work with
cols hole and a stone that's etched good man
old soul and a drone that wretched good plan
thats the last time my whole self I'd demonstrate
flatline with a sign that reads do not rescucitate
and we're back, where we are
clutching pillows in the cold ER
and I just wanna be free from all this inner stuff
because my outer self shell is mostly just a bluff
I write with visions like that all I really need
I feign precision but my mind is not so keen
I guess i cant know though i ve never been you
I know its selfish to think that what Ive been through
is so personal, the only one to struggle and muddle
so aimlessly through painfull things and keep his mind in a bubble
take a mouthful of that scope, like hubble
but I cant launder my words its too much trouble
and so much for mr. man of the year
I'm not robin william here I live in empty silence here
and I increase in violence each day but its mental to myself
I wish that I could make you happy but I really need your help
Soul
soul
soul
soul
soul
soul
change your life change your mind
Change your soul find the time
Change the requisite Change the definish
change the way you behave until you're definite
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3. |
Ascend
01:32
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I watched myself fall
allwhie conquering naught
now my love I have lost
I was at a loss staring at her rectangle eyes
fear judgment look to the skies
i break for living in lie
exception repeat my life
im often sent from the myre
take breath inhaling the fire
melencholy and and indecent ire
failed attepmt embody the sire I
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4. |
Blazing Addled
03:57
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Blacked out in the street once
brainf black when the beat jump
took a corner, hit a speed bump
cashing out my tab and acting it with stees bruh
cold water like an acme commercial
rap against the norm coming back full circle
alone and so goof, steve urkel
lap napkins and boxed wine, tear jerker
smear smirks of elite with my voice
but my own voice can kill the frown of my choice
and the crown on the ground that i leave and annoint
as the captain of the ship when my stregth cant hoist
the next bar to success
feeling llike I'm a dumb ked
whos living in delusion that he is better
sans success
but who wants to hear it coming from a weird kid
knowing hes a failure know he's a real threat
and where's his mind gone,
ans when the time comes
he'll take your ear by storm
and change your whole view and change the whole world
respect reciprocates now its time to pay up
M Deep on the top no paper
but it hasnt really been yet
and I'm not postitive it will
untill then this is all I know
so Imma fore it down your throat like a pill
I close my eyes and watch the world wash over me
a goofy kid withouty a future he can gaurentee
and if the final straws a note and a noose
just feel obliged to miss my funeral if you missed my youth
A stifled gaze at the jpeg of a lost one
the kind i gave up on, too hot for the long run
and i feel terrible just how I set you loose
just feel obliged to miss my funeral if you missed my youth
stationed by door
drink in hand, the place abhor
Feel empty the shakes are more
and more fequent need a new thing for the weekend
minus everything minus myself
minus the last action failure minus my health
and trying for stealth but honesty's a bitch
truth hurts man, so does beauty and fibs
what a world when a man is a patsy
falling for anyone anything theat they're after
mixed up in laughter worryed about the habits
worried about my mind making up these actions
maybs crazed and unpaid maybs never get laid
bruv, a couple pictures of the last thing I did
will take the brath from your body and the air from your ribs
and I'm ariting my sins born into it
but the true nature of evil never settles in
and captaining the brain blasdt raps again
oh crap its that deep cat acting and
hes so lonely but so cool
hes so angry yet so fool
and so mental, and forgetful
and regretful, and not so sentimental
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5. |
Twerp
02:48
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Posted blankly on a side street
Puffing loosey cigarette I bummed from a friend
See I been looking for a reason to step out
And waiting on a season without doubt
I stand looking at you while inhaling a toxin
You grace everyones eyes conversational Moshpit
I feel unconvincing as I make you chuckle
But I'm so damn underwhelming that you fake rebuttal
Then I convince myself it is t worth it
And slump head back to bed, alone, how I'm deserved
And it's a lonely cycle
And I know it's fabricated. But I'm waiting till I'm strong enough to break it
Oh my god I'm so fucked up
This world is shaking I'm undone
This milestone of tainted youth
This tragic comedy ensues
The next thing, who the duck is this
I can't breathe and whistle stuck open
I'll suck steam and find another place
How it seems like I'm choking
Saturated from a night sweat
Minus the truth plus facts is how the lie went
Everything will be fine
But why am I the guy who's stuck wholly grimed and left lying
In a puddle of the word I said. Black
Mixing up with all I never will. Stacked
In the muddle we can break the bland
Ticking clocks that keep our mo meant still, sham
I'll take a bit of oxygen
And breathe until my lungs collapse
Rebellion will never do
I'll never really talk to you
Trucks blasting horns that leave man adorned
in an anxiou form and a dead man's conscious
often left in black holes with bad intent
and bereft of soul and act mindless
chasing aptitude and hearing blisters
leaving mom and pop and little sister
who am I?
thats a damn good question
who am I?
just listen to what your left with
Man i used to handle cigarettes with longing lungs
but now woke from the minute that i wheeze and rung
another towel filled with phlegm and a pint of blood
a struggle everybosy has but then I flake from love
sober living but my open heart is bathed in drugs
and taking words from every orifice and bleed my tongue
you wish for happiness and respite from an evil one
i wish for something better than what I erased and hung
Scoff at oppression like and ancient slave
but im born into my privelege i comes with name
i only wantd to be worth more than pennies and nickels
but i indulged my bitterness left cold and sickle
Oh my god I'm so fucked up
This world is shaking I'm undone
This milestone of tainted youth
This tragic comedy ensues
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6. |
Shepherd With A Gun
03:35
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in a daze from the lyrics
cold steel on my thoughts and warm casket in my feelins
I'm ashamed of where I'm livin
Like a chilled sweat dripping on the forhead of a villain
sacrficing for this aptitude
acting rude to people who be asking who I'm rapping to
Im onlyu rapping to the listener
broken in the brain they try to empathize in sepulchre
man I'm so purturbed
blurbs of broken promises the blurr the hurt of losing her
Shit I might be too alert
to say im so insane but too lame to orbit words
I've been on a road to nowhere
try to move alone but I'm scared
try to row the boat but I'm no there
try to stay the course but I'm stuck here
violation of my sealed skin
apeals to the better me to let another mind live
and let another rhyme in and adssociate with niceness
but i'll never be another normal person. I'm too bright for it
but im a sight to see f there was one
lone alight and freed if 'm punch drunk
so I can breathe with a stunt dove
and find a lack of blckness in nighttime air to be prevelant
sent by the heaven from an evelyn
my sentence pendant is only esper-ish
a viper fang in my left calf only ever
steered me off the the right path and never
violated this ignited math
and sold a final match struck off on the emptyness that loving had
and I could never put it back
I can only live with how it feels whne its in my hand
nimble fingers when i'm putting it down
drowning out my kin fighting in my mothers house
soldering the bonds but she's been running out
and cauderizing with a long wnded signal sound
voyage into territory that I cant control
I'm off my rocker soul who was I to know
and who am I to go and claim I have a place in music
when focus is the biggest struggle even when writing lyrics
So I sit room focused on a feng shui
but my mid is elsewhere in a lamp shade
save alot on soap
add water to the bottom at the end of the rope
and adding hotter calvinizing sets of hackneyed tropes
minus words of false reality that cousins hope
kanker sores in my mouth
can always render me inept and sought in saps of doubt
nevermind all these words
I barely ever do myself
cant define how it hurts
leave a napkin molding on the shelf
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7. |
Astro
00:24
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8. |
Class Clown
04:57
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I bet you wanna hear a joke, huh?
I bet you wanna see me choke, like a bloke huh, huh
cuz after all this time I am just the class clown
village idiot laughing stock of the town
but I will not bow before the title you give
not a chicken chaser, my name will mean something big
cuz your name is all you have at the end of the day,
clouds gray your true moniker is keeping you sane
but after years of shaping, it bears resistance to change
and it becomes a pestilence arresting us into shame
so we create a new identity and alter our voice
reveal the honesty bereft of lies and give you a choice
take me or leave me, as I present it to you
M. deep Tyler B its up to you to choose
but I refuse to lie when people listen to me
and that's the truth behind the name MC Deep
The lies, begin to shake
YOUR Temperament begins to sway
the mask you wear fades away
to truth behind the page
people telling me that I haven't changed, they don't listen
being funny is just one part of my name there's something missing
something intrinsic, something analytic
liven on the road, that's paved with good intentions
deep swish dragon slayerz was a local success
we dropped mythic, sick shit didn't impress
because the people expected another novelty rap
but I don't wanna be typecast as a comedy act
I only wish that people saw me as an artist
not another cartman laugh at people fart
started a fire in my city that could never be quelled
and it is the same fatal spark that kept me held in this cell
committing hell with my words and my raps and my rhymes
and this action is crushing my brain into spines
because they never understood me like I wanted em to
they fucking severed what was in my psyche fronting no truth
but i can put em on blast and they'll blast all my shit
never understand me or why I'm fucked up as this
class clown woes, you laugh but never cry at my writtens
so i chose to change your mind, force you to listen
The lies, begin to shake
YOUR Temperament begins to sway
the mask you wear fades away
to truth behind the page
and I've been so Lost
I wanted you to like me, but at what cost
am I nothing more than a joke can I be both sides?
never wanna choke inside when I look in your eyes
I need to stand tall
Proclaim that I am more than one man after all
I am a being capable of almost anything
and I refuse to let the masses tell me who to be
and I don't wanna be cold
but if I cant be honest to you I don't need you at all
and I don't wanna be a burden
but the truth is there's a man behind the curtain
and I'm ready
to be the kid
intemperate until I'm seen as a man
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9. |
That Feeling
02:57
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This a remant of a man who was suspect
of a man in a rut yet, he was a man who would upset
her world was so different
I just wanted a part in it
and now my heart sticken
on a run with some chick shit
i been longing for something
while belonging to nothin
and no one and when my heart stops showing
my sleeves covered like old man cob over
fuck and now my minds been blowing
cuz I realized fate in that moment
I needed shoulders but i shuddered off ending colder
and now I mudder one offs and act bolder
when I should honestly stop and get over
same girl for years and I still think
what would have happened if I took that big sink
whould there even be an M Deep
Finding solace in the words of CB
and DG and the earl of sweatshirt
eventually I'm leaning on a silo of learned words
and started writing stuff about the kinda shit I liked
MC fronatlot vocabulary mic
who I am they stopped asking
giving way to a finally happy
giving way to an understanding
giving way to a new perspective
brought to life from a gutter
in the midst of a blame game cacerous udder
and the awful thihngs I felt seemed to melt an I was free
more fresh and clean the big boi and andre 3
a thousand cuts
they were deep in this rut
but the last one open
is a sign of what comes
maybe I lived in a solitude so permanent
but in the end it made me who I am
and if this shit taught me anything
I am the master of my destiny
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10. |
Evolved
04:28
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Yah that's the killin of the kid
Brazen acts no hassle living wit my sin
Who is this that stand before a god
Before a metaphor before the mob
Finding solace is his persecution fully useless
Never ind what his shoes say
Take peek at the bottoms
And sonorous volume on honesty silos
And modest disciples
Finding weight for the gold given
Feeling hate what god did it'd
Feeling great I just ate dinner
Now the fate come crashing on the sad sinner
Born for that winter that brings the true cold
Nothing but the bad mitten shuttlecock story told
Mindless with the boldest hold clutching for life limb
And happiness
Sinus plugged what's next the apthethetix bliss
Dianetics nah forget it,
Ask the present. Search rubble for remnants
As I stand on the precipice
Mouths he's open settle in.
And this ew world I love in
Is everything that I wanted
But now I feel like a goner
Was it worth the wake?
Evolved into the man
Change all from just a kid
So small with big plans
Now grown but I don't know how I should live
Evolved...
Evolved...
Evolved...
Evolved...
Shame on me.
Stuck in cycles of low class like an std
I'm protecting me the peace I've cultivated nicely
Objected to change and now my sanity is slighting
Slipping through my knuckles like the water of the good life
Ripping brusque and supple getting beaten by a rough night
Tough plight fuck it I'm an everlasting shame
But now the growth is on my thinking and I'm thinking it's insane
And I'm scared of who I am and I fear for who I was
And I'm shaking in my boots about the man I will become
But things change and i do to I just oppose it
But it's new or stagnant and I don't wanna be held back
So voices stay but my demeanor toward them different
Pleased to pray but I'm a man before a sinner
And the world moves so differently than ever
Shame on the man who refuses to get better
This is the last verse I write as I boy.
This is the new me, the new choice
My life is different.
My mindll settle in
Torn no more my fate is not bound unto the sentence
I chose this my choices is what is binding me to write this
And ever loving gods and the destruction of our planet
and the world Falling around me can never honestly change this
I can't be kept from music
I won't be restless breathing
I can't be set to lose this
Because I know me is.
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11. |
Ambien
01:27
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Holiday time off all for the big thrill
pushing a lone dead horse on top a subtle hill
watch passers by they make their own calls
often acrid seeping ooze and tall walls
watch us embark for the future we hold it
bred to be wishful told to be controlled
happiness is sacred chase it till we tumble
dont mind those with torn hearts and steep thresholds
captivating and captivated a dreamer thinks
a milestone of unmarked youth has double meaning
its been seeming like im gleaning deit from a dead dog
reviving sentiments of censored artful sad songs
shake a finger at a finger shaker and start
letting linger thughts of being taken apart
holy city mecca metaphor pleasant image
aptly taken aback by weak athletes
hoping for a brilliant in an average
like a diamond in the rough patch
like a strand of gold among the hay
like a young sad man with the courage to stay
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12. |
Lacuna
04:08
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I'm a special type of person cuz I realize I'm no special
Paradoxal logic echoes while I train to meld with espers O
Next to gratifying symbiotes I'll still be burning shelter
Send a crow to scout the landscape but pluck all the ducking feathers
I been writing from a place of parenthetic existentialism
Methinks this rhetoric is penchant for an aneurism
I'm an Anglo-Saxon asthma ridden ashen sylvan
Apt and angry classless ass with masterminded cable victims
Serious simile
Mein kampf for time Cops paradoxes and sickle sche mes
Frankly I'm Uneased by every other sentence
Cuz my brain is thinking something though I cannot comprehend it
I ask myself another question.
Why am I only writing sad songs
Should I say it's a bout the album, finding direction
Or be honest scream cry for help until I'm gone
Without a safety net I fear for the fall
Minus a helmet splatter echoes the hhakl
Another reason to be Building something now
I may not get the chance when death is all around
Spent the evening in a bnk bed straing at ceilings
like I was tryna pierce a hole and then escape into meaning
but the vile vial I sip is an ignorant grog
abondoned morals why-ull I lift up my indignant songs
I wanna pray for solidarity but I'm a foul mess
drugged and angry I wallow in sinewy regret
My open mouth is thursty my open arms are warm
my vacant stare is hopeless my failure to reform
often I'm unable to speak to people
like I was visiting the dentist
every gargle is meant to thread a needle
but Im misuderstood and left with none left
and its an at least I know it most of the time
I bless my awareness attitude striking my mind\
I bless this song and all that wish to hear me risen
draping blankets from the top bunk nary a smidgeon
daydreaming on my linens wondering if she gave head
promptly masturbating atop a made bed
nice try the devil
I keep my mind glazed, iced eyes forever, so I'm a
priced product perpetuating a principle
diced dollop of dignity and deferral
crushed concept corrupted callous and curdled
numb nightmare, nobly nocturnal
consecrated by the cleric
midterm election of sanity or esoteric
thought and action, blown away
my noxious nature toxic corps de ballet
sincerity in everything that's my motto
well, that and stayin fluid even in staccato
showering at night
means ill wake up as late as I can
Its the winter
its equinox
I'll blow your speaker box and that's that
take a shot of the tragic and choke back
stumble backward abandon and float, crack
bust a move fore you bust a nut
you hollow fool with a busted Gut
shackles creaking on the features
more sisister the cynic shunning all of his leaders
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13. |
Canary
07:25
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Yes welcome to the end of our journey
the self discovery the crooked words stapped to the gurney
the realization of an aptitude the treaterous time spent
the 2 years of working and the toil that I had
I'm finished done with all the pettiness and squabble
wobbble the bass throttle the place into a bottle
cancel subscription to my comfort zone brainless and sacred
take a picture of the man I was before and after making
something new, something cohesive
breathing another hopfully understand the meanin
understanding in secret understaning a fleeting
grasp of who I was on the ppthway to being
the best version of myself that I can
another vicarious polygamist a break in a strand
a divided mind trapped in a cycle of self hate
minding my own company, mean it when i say
thay if life is what you make it im master crafting this livving hell
rife with strife and contemplate guess if i do it to myself
then whats the point in it, without a joint in it
annoint a poignant flow and its overly riped and soaked in drips
of blood and oil, mixed with a pestilence
they cucked if from the soil, wrapped in a censure
its another fucking lecture on the evils of the music
when the final countdown tick so loud you think its stupid
to ignore a basic set of needs embedded in us
and to retort to lazy cynics abnout who we should trust, so tell me
if you found out your philosophy was fucked
could you simply switch gears in a monotony of rush
could you do it, with a caleidescope of cuts
and bottemless guts stuck filling up untill it busts huh?
tick tock the clock goes
sit wach, no eyes closed
and if i die before you ever get to know me
could i still be called a revolutionary
if i cry know i will die lonely
will you sing my hymnns like a canary
like a canary like a canary
will you sing my hymns like a canary
and if i die before you ever get to know me
will you sing my hymns
now im just sitting here, im not saing much but im listening
all you dirtty mouth rapper yall need some listerine
act like im mister clean, obvious hypocrite
audibly setting trends I ought to be flexing them
eternally pessimest but positive sentences
I ronically muffling my bass ackwards premises
jackass in every sense cant even eat right
diet and exercise how can I commit to rhymes
how can i be in my prime when im so unsuccessful
i spode in some respects im not regretfull
should i have spent my life devoted to some other shit
follow some other wind not bound by the sentences
swallow my pride and backseat the pensiveness
freed from a precious gift tee off with eloquence
impeach me, terorist, small children carol this
and if i die before you ever get to know me
could i still be called a revolutionary
if i cry know i will die lonely
will you sing my hymnns like a canary
like a canary like a canary
will you sing my hymns like a canary
and if i die before you ever get to know me
will you sing my hymns
b
That was an old ersion, something that I used to be
and now Im in coersion with tumbling knots inside of me
my voilent scream for help was just a bulleted list
my open honesty has sought a final respite from this
who spends an eening on th phone dreaming back home regret
the women I could never get asking where I'm at
convincing semblance of a piece of paper in my head
a rundown of everything I wanted to find and yet
i'm still searching
I hoped that this album would finally make me for certain
I was following another reason to exist again
I wanted new but the old can help but get mixed in
Im a product of everything I was
I cant make an album call it moving on and just be done
I cant create a symbol of a funeral for a tainted soul
everything end lowered bodies into an open hole
waiting for the day that someone else will want my hand to hold
but really it should be me to make the final call
so leaving the past is not a weakness its impossible
I'll move forward instead vacant with purpose though
If you want more of me, i hope I can deliver
and even the cold hearts still shiver
nothing could ever really hold me save myself
so the truth of the matter is I only really need my own help
and if i die before you ever get to know me
could i still be called a revolutionary
if i cry know i will die lonely
will you sing my hymnns like a canary
like a canary like a canary
will you sing my hymns like a canary
and if i die before you ever get to know me
will you sing my hymns
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