The Deepness by Chester P Lyrics
I strike hard when I write bars
I write bars like I wrestle with crocs and I fight sharks
I die hard when a mic's charged
Each bar's so deep when I speak you need a life guard
Look I wrestle with clocks and time starts
The mind's vast, vessel of thoughts we bypass
The light sparks in the night with dark demons
White trash sucking these pipes of no reason
Streets bark treason
Weak heart figure of speech you'll reach heathens
Speak then I'm breezin', deep 'till I'm finished breathin'
They can lay me to sleep
When thе reaper resigns and stops rеaping
Thoughts are in a box leaking, on the box peaking
Never stops all alone on the blocks creeping
It's me myself and I but we're not speaking
The plot deepens, I'm lost in the shot sequence
In the scene where my shadow is my enemy
Dance with these ghosts in the gallows of my memories
I'm on the run like a marathon of heresy
The agents of danger are lurking up ahead of me
To overcomes pedigree I'm a soldier breed
Bring your dogs, my fam'll come and hold their leads
Blud I'll throw you down a hill like I'm rollin' cheese
On the streets lookin' bait like you're holding keys
Fake wannabe br'ers without the floor to stand
Throw a fist, I'll turn your glass jaw to sand
Stay away, my temper's too short to hang
My style's ghostly, I write with the haunted hand
And when I walk, I walk in a morbid jam
And when I breathe, I breathe in the tortured sham
And some starve while the rich folk hoard the grams
And educate their kids to keep the order plan
But that's another rhyme, best for another time
I got the punch line king up on the other line
I'll send a chill down your brothers spine
And then rewind it... start another rhyme
Then return with the hunchback gorilla raps
I keep rising like prices of British gas
I'm in the flats selling weed just to limit tax
You tax me I sign on and make you give it back
And all this heat could make any beef evaporate
I'm in the streets same song as Donny Hathaway
I'll leave you done away like Beyblade and rattle snake
Places I walk real things start to gravitate
And I'm the guy with this wordplay phenomena
Skill like it's amatureville, hard to monitor
Style even amateur kill like Veronica
Fright night battle myself to a melodica
Snake bite, rebel of death, the ghost rider
I ain't gonna settle for less like most writers
Me I came to wrestle the best and toast liars so what
You see me raw at your door like I post flyers
In the ring I send gum shields flyin'
The unreal signed and the young still dyin'
Guns still buy it, becoming so deep
Now posh kids are living out armchair street lifes
In the real hood it's poverty and thieves right?
We put up bootlegs as long as they got three stripes
And in the hit of the night we sit bunnin'
Our split personalities quick my shit's cunning
I spit, your mentalities gripped I'm still gunnin'
Equipped where the pinnacle stripped and still runnin'
Mega tongue slang mad gypsie of this Universe
True to verse, I came with the use of words
Super nerds are disturbed when I'm due to serve
Tryna' talk to the kids who wanna shoot ya first
Do the maths it's the money that the future serves
Do the facts, do your bird 'till ya chew the dirt
We run around gettin' high tryna' chase a skirt
In a place where we talk with our razor first
The old folks reminiscing on the way they were
They went to war and worked hard for a taste of dirt
And when I'm high I'm looking down on this face of Earth
To see reality all crippled in my place of birth
I'm just a guy with a voice, and a way with words
Who's tyrna' say what I see when I spray my verse
I write bars like I wrestle with crocs and I fight sharks
I die hard when a mic's charged
Each bar's so deep when I speak you need a life guard
Look I wrestle with clocks and time starts
The mind's vast, vessel of thoughts we bypass
The light sparks in the night with dark demons
White trash sucking these pipes of no reason
Streets bark treason
Weak heart figure of speech you'll reach heathens
Speak then I'm breezin', deep 'till I'm finished breathin'
They can lay me to sleep
When thе reaper resigns and stops rеaping
Thoughts are in a box leaking, on the box peaking
Never stops all alone on the blocks creeping
It's me myself and I but we're not speaking
The plot deepens, I'm lost in the shot sequence
In the scene where my shadow is my enemy
Dance with these ghosts in the gallows of my memories
I'm on the run like a marathon of heresy
The agents of danger are lurking up ahead of me
To overcomes pedigree I'm a soldier breed
Bring your dogs, my fam'll come and hold their leads
Blud I'll throw you down a hill like I'm rollin' cheese
On the streets lookin' bait like you're holding keys
Fake wannabe br'ers without the floor to stand
Throw a fist, I'll turn your glass jaw to sand
Stay away, my temper's too short to hang
My style's ghostly, I write with the haunted hand
And when I walk, I walk in a morbid jam
And when I breathe, I breathe in the tortured sham
And some starve while the rich folk hoard the grams
And educate their kids to keep the order plan
But that's another rhyme, best for another time
I got the punch line king up on the other line
I'll send a chill down your brothers spine
And then rewind it... start another rhyme
Then return with the hunchback gorilla raps
I keep rising like prices of British gas
I'm in the flats selling weed just to limit tax
You tax me I sign on and make you give it back
And all this heat could make any beef evaporate
I'm in the streets same song as Donny Hathaway
I'll leave you done away like Beyblade and rattle snake
Places I walk real things start to gravitate
And I'm the guy with this wordplay phenomena
Skill like it's amatureville, hard to monitor
Style even amateur kill like Veronica
Fright night battle myself to a melodica
Snake bite, rebel of death, the ghost rider
I ain't gonna settle for less like most writers
Me I came to wrestle the best and toast liars so what
You see me raw at your door like I post flyers
In the ring I send gum shields flyin'
The unreal signed and the young still dyin'
Guns still buy it, becoming so deep
Now posh kids are living out armchair street lifes
In the real hood it's poverty and thieves right?
We put up bootlegs as long as they got three stripes
And in the hit of the night we sit bunnin'
Our split personalities quick my shit's cunning
I spit, your mentalities gripped I'm still gunnin'
Equipped where the pinnacle stripped and still runnin'
Mega tongue slang mad gypsie of this Universe
True to verse, I came with the use of words
Super nerds are disturbed when I'm due to serve
Tryna' talk to the kids who wanna shoot ya first
Do the maths it's the money that the future serves
Do the facts, do your bird 'till ya chew the dirt
We run around gettin' high tryna' chase a skirt
In a place where we talk with our razor first
The old folks reminiscing on the way they were
They went to war and worked hard for a taste of dirt
And when I'm high I'm looking down on this face of Earth
To see reality all crippled in my place of birth
I'm just a guy with a voice, and a way with words
Who's tyrna' say what I see when I spray my verse