Now You See My Life

There once was a kid named Deuce Who got sick and tired of being picked on So he got himself a nice 22 Click boom, now he's on the fucking news Now, who's the king of these rap acts, American badass? They say he's a class act, no wonder he's jabbed at That's why they put me up in lights, and I rap back And half these critics wanna mimic my crack ass He ain't no cynic, but he knows where your dad's at They ain't gon' finish 'til they send you to Baghdad And minute by minute, they gon' pull you right in it You gon' end up at clinics because they put you on Xanax But don't you worry, I'm back, yeah, Deuce is back with a black hat Cape and a black cat, baby, I'm the new Batman You know only Angie can grab that I don't need no groupies tryna grab at My pants, hoping I'ma go back and tax that I ain't ending up in no place with no bad rash How come I get laughed at by media trash bags? Just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half-black? Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that's silly But you want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad (Skee-Lo) I'm gonna make it, no matter how long it takes me I'm sick of lower living, I can't allow it to break me My neighbours hate me, all they do is just make me Bounce back, get on my hustle, achieving great things An architect, building my future, watching it grow Reaching out to the youth, and I'm teaching 'em what I know I done seen a lot of people do anything for the dough Even rob, steal, kill, good girls that turned pro Good fellas turned stick-up, kids I used to know Little Bobby graduated, and college he couldn't go The Earth rotates, a thousand thirty-seven and a third Cops pull us over, tonight, I'm on the curb Getting handcuffed, deputies searching for contraband I'm face-down, talking to God, he understands Tomorrow, I'ma start a new life, a changed man (yeah) But tonight, I might be going to jail for eight grams, and- Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that's silly But you want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad I was born to rip shit, born with too much wit (yeah, yeah) That's why they call me The Whiz Kid, 'cause I drop hits (yeah, yeah) Mimic me? I'm too sick, you can't hang, I'm too quick (yeah, yeah) What's my name? Deuce, bitch, it's the new shit (yeah, yeah) Leaving egos bruised, and, yeah, you're trapped, you're stupid Tryna step in my shoes, but it's foolish I'm cuckoo, homie, I got screws loose Fuck Tool, you can kiss my ass too, bitch You and your Doctor Phil affiliates You're worth two cents of my time and a few bars So move, bitch, as long as I'm doing music I'ma be a nuisance, it's a new movement Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that's silly But you want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that's silly But you want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad (Deuces, Deuces, Deuces, Deuces) (Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Deuces)