album cover
artist
Claymore & Mike Mass
Deep
Hip-Hop/Rap
Deep foi lançado em 20 de maio de 2019 por Wave Theory/Claymore Industries como parte do álbum Mass Effects
album cover
ÁlbumMass Effects
Data de lançamento20 de maio de 2019
SeloWave Theory/Claymore Industries
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM67

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Claymore
Claymore
Vocal de apoio, Vocais principais, Vocais, Programação
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Composição
Clayton Jones
Clayton Jones
Composição
Mike O'Halloran
Mike O'Halloran
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Claymore
Claymore
Engenharia (mixagem), Engenharia (masterização), Engenharia (gravação de vocais), Engenharia (gravação)
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Produção

Letra

(intro: Claymore)
**** want that fake shit, so I’ma give ‘em that real shit (x3)
**** want that fake shit, so I’ma give ‘em that, real
Said get up offa that thang, bitch
Get up offa that thang, ho
Said get up offa dat, get up offa dat
Get up offa that thang
I said get up offa dat thang, ho
Get up offa dat thang, bitch
Said get up offa dat, get up offa dat
Get up offa that… Fuck that
(verse: Claymore)
30 bullets loaded in the choppa
Said **** don’t want it wit’ these problems
If you don’t fit wit’ my fellowship
Then I’ma send you to the motherfuckin’ doctor//
It’s hyperbole, when I verbally
Make the hot shit that burn in the third degree
Swear most motherfuckers never heard of me
But at the end of this, you’ll prolly wanna murder me//
Ah, 911, emergency
I’m in another lane, **** wanna merge with me
I remember when the bitches was swerving me
But the purpose is the purse, can’t work for free//
Uh, why you sitting wit’ ya hands in ya pants pockets
I’m concerned wit’ getting bands in my damn wallet
If it ain’t ‘bout getting cash, give a damn ‘bout it
‘Cause if I ain’t getting checks, there’s no damn balance//
**** tell me stay real, stay true
Ain’t no telling if they really hate you
All up in your face, ****, thinking they cool
But really, all along, they be tryna play you//
That’s the reason for the logic in the truth table
Waiting on my cue to ball like a pool table
You can’t walk up in my shoes, that’s a cool fable
You can get the fuck up out my face, I’ll see you later//
Shit has been heavy on my conscience
Feeling like this stress been stepping on my progress
I’m in possession of a weapon like Saddam kept
Impending mass destruction manifested as a bomb threat//
Shit is running through my veins like an IV
This for 21 and over, show me ID
Feel it on your skin, poison ivy, I’d be damned
If a **** wanna try me, then fight me, fam//
Some really high stakes on the high seas
I see, looking for a sign like a Pisces
All these brothas thinking that it’s sweet, they say “hi, C” (Hi-C)
Damn, better get the fuck from by me//
All these shallow **** thinking that they deep wit’ the flow
But little do they know that they reap what they sow
All the dreams that you hold, what you see, what you know
Better never let it go till you reach all your goals, ****//
(outro: Claymore)
Said I just gave ‘em that realness, so **** got to feel this (x4)
Written by: Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran

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