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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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