N***a Deep - Sicx & Brotha Lynch Hung: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Sicx & Brotha Lynch Hung

N***a Deep

27

Hardcore Rap

N***a Deep was released on September 15, 1998 by 2020 Manson Mind Music as a part of the album N***a Deep

Song Details

AlbumN***a Deep

Release DateSeptember 15, 1998

Label2020 Manson Mind Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sicx

Performer

Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sicx

Songwriter

Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

Songwriter

Lyrics

The motherfuckin' Lynch is in the house

The motherfuckin' Bounty is in the house

A motherfuckin' devil's up in my house

Your motherfuckin' black god ain't in my house

So I alone survive, dead or alive

It's the young black Christian

That's what mom thinks

The bitch never listens

I try to tell her where my mind's at

She didn't hear me, til' she felt where my nine's at

Now the bitch at a standstill

Load up a **** nine, devil chrome black shine

Now I'm goin' after ****, who claim that The Bounty was brainwashed

**** look again, I'm insane-washed

Now what the fuck's goin' on?

My ****, it's nothing but the devil that's in me

Only your Gods die young, so don't tempt me

A crazy young brother from around the creep

I drown a motherfucker that's brown to swim deep

After ****, but first I gotta set the record straight

On who's the devil and who ain't

The reason this atheist talks in this fashion?

No reason, a Satanist style's like Manson

Your reason for following Antichrist

The treason is devil-blind, a crime for life

On Day 1:

My skin colour never meant shit

Day 2:

My background never meant shit

Moms married a white man, they gave a shit about a ****

So I lived to day 3

Not a black in sight but my moms and me

A (?) life and two half-breed sisters

Fled to Sac-Town to blend with my background

A white upbringing, rather hear them bein' black, singing

Moms told me I wouldn't fit in

Them **** too deep, watch the creek, you'll fall in

They lookin' at my pops like the man himself

If I was him, back then, I would've ran myself

My father stood tall and strong

But the bullet flew fast and flew long

Now there's a grave to be dug

And a black pine box for a **** to hug

To this day a white man died in vain

Dig up his box and push his bones aside so I can lay

And give him my soul to rest to keep

And tell him I shot a white boy, now he lives **** deep

The motherfuckin' Lynch is in the house

The motherfuckin' Bounty is in the house

A motherfuckin' atheist's in the house

...Could be a Satanist in the house

But it's the motherfuckin' Lynch, a **** atheist bound

**** don't understand, but this young black motherfucker's 'bout to run it down

It's hell being Brotha Lynch

Access to a gun make me think about shit

"Is it worth this?" talkin' to a 40-ounce

I got the gun in my other hand and I'mma damn sure aim it where it counts

A real fucked up sequence

Load the gun and straight point it at me, since

A **** like me is not avoiding no defence

Since I had my little brother on the creek fence

My **** told me Lynch I almost did this

I grabbed the gun and said

"I'm glad you missed, my ****"

The Brotha Lynch can't revel the fact that I'm young and black

With the atheist attack, so I pack

A motherfuckin' nine on mine

Rollin' with the Triple-6, hidin' from the one time

Never knowin' what a **** would do next

I keep my gun loaded and waiting for them fools to flex

Never waste time on a young buck

Furious pussy like that'd get you locked up

For life for life

Living a brave life and given a gravesite

Now watch your fuckin' life start straight from the grave

'Cause how we all live, whether you think you're in Heaven, 'cause Hell's negative

And I'm negative

And to your black God, show me existence, 'cause I believe you're bullshittin'

Since the end of '88 I was hit with the state of mind

Atheist, fools call it devil shit

The Triple 6 concept ain't nothin' but a concept

I hold a bomb, but it ain't no threat, ****

But in a minute, we all 'gon blow up

But at this point, I'm like so what

You either 'gon die in jail or at war

So what the fuck you trippin' off of bullshit for?

You got a **** like me, living with a **** whose mind's gone

Gotta survive, gotta get my grinds on

12o'clock and all ain't well

Crackheads at it again, smokin' 'ta hell

Mama got a craving, father got the crack

Shit's fuckin' up his brain, every fuckin' hits like blam

There I am, sittin' in my room:

Brain-dead ****, devil-blind, trigger went boom

Lynch Hung, fuck it, imma go to the creek

Remain insane

Written by: Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx

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